"Howdy. Can I help you Mister?" Like to get a room if you've got one available. Don't know how long I'll be staying." Sure thing," the man said and wa...ked behind the desk. "Just sign the register please." He watched upside down as Caleb signed his name and then spun the big book around. "Caleb Thompson. Welcome Mr. Thompson." He turned and got a key off a rack behind the desk. "Upstairs, first door on the right. Best room in the house. I'm Moses Hanson; I own the place, so just sing out if you. "He'll enjoy it!" What I mean is, I know you've done it with other guys. I don't think I'm that good at it." Practice makes perfect, girl!" Could you... at least, could you give me some pointers?" Like what? Lick it, suck it, swallow it?" Wendy wasn't giggling any more, but I could tell she still thought this was a joke."Please?" I begged, looking at her. "Could you please help me?"Wendy stared at me, realized I was serious. After an awkward silence, she finally asked, "What do you want me to. From the pulpit she emitted power, determination, hope, promises, and (to me) sexiness. I could not keep my eyes off of her. Every step she took, every jump, every scream, every movement she made I made a mental note of it. And whenever she looked in my direction, I would imagine that she could see only me, and was talking directly to me. In short, I needed to meet this magnificent woman. I wanted to know everything about her, what drove her into becoming a preacher, what was her childhood. The catheter the hospital staff had put on had been removed after the third day and, although painful at first I could get to the bathroom on my own, and a couple of days after that I even managed to take showers by myself.Ashley showed up every day, and when she wasn't at the hospital visiting, she called me several times a day to let me know where she was, and what she was doing.I asked her to stop calling so much because it was not only annoying but her daily itinerary was of very little.