Maker, carly’s father, is hung like a horse? ‘ ‘ yes i am deary, i saw it with my own eyes, it’s the biggest cock i’ve ever seen and you kno... i’ve seen quite a few. ‘ courtney answered with a sly smile. ‘ hmm…i guess i never looked all that close. who would think a fat old guy like that would be hung. we should ask carly about it…i would think she has seen it often. the car containing julie and carly pulled into the long driveway leading to courtney makers house. the girls were planning a night. We unpacked and got everything in order. It was early evening and we decided to go out to eat and then back to the hotel to get some sleep as it was a long, tiring day.The hotel had a nice restaurant and we decided to eat there because it was convenient.After dinner, we dragged our tired bodies back to the room for some rest and to decide what we wanted to do tomorrow.The three of us got to the room and plopped ourselves on the bed.I told Vicky and my mom that I was going to take a shower then. “I’ve got enough time to do this,” he said, sweeping his arm around. “We can work a little faster without the kids being here,” he said. “Explaining things to them, and correcting their mistakes takes a lot of time. To be honest I’d rather do it myself than supervise them, but that’s what you wanted, so that’s what I’ve been doing.”“You know what you just did, don’t you?” she asked, her ingrained feminist beliefs surging to the surface. “You just said that only a man can do something the right. The intellect my father pursed was the Chokhmah, the primary force ofcreation. It was also the father, the first insight, the intuition.And it was selflessness.Selflessness? That was antithetical to everything I knew about my dad.He'd been a terrible father: absent from my life. That void in my lifewas, I knew, the root of my resentment of him, the reason why I needed tobe different from him.When Abi called my transformation physical, she'd used another concept:Malkuth, the material, the realm.