.. how are youever going to satisfy poor Rachel here with that tiny body of yours. Yourdick is practically non-existent now!"It was clear she was tryi...g to humiliate me, but that was the name of thegame after all. I just had to get through this."Very funny Debbie..." I squeeked. I doubt they even heard me."I doubt you could even satisfy a sewer rat yet alone a woman... hmm...maybe we'll strike a deal with this demon here so you can stay that wayforever!"Was she serious, or just trying to scare. I want to know what you're doing with this stuffright now!" I knew that if I told them the truth, anything couldhappen. So, I took advantage of a bad guess on his part.He asked me, "Are you using this stuff to masturbate with? You're notwearing it, right?" I immediately jumped on that and said, "Yeah,that's what I'm doing. I'd never put it on. I'm not that kind offreak." I died a little bit inside as I said that. I didn't know if Iwas some kind of freak or not, but I had just denied who. My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in. My responsibility would be to do minor repairs around the house, supervise the lawn work that was done by a professional landscaping service company and ensure that the automobiles were serviced properly. In short, I was to do the things that her husband use to do before he left her for his 25 year-old big-boobed (her words, not mine) nurse/receptionist. There was already another student who was employed as a maid/cook/housekeeper, firmly entrenched in the servant's quarters over the garage. I.