"I've heard a rumour," said Drew, "that the company's in dire straits.Possible redundancies on the horizon, that sort of thing. Still, it'sjust a rumo...r. How's your dad, Charles?" He's fine, thanks," I replied. "I'll be going to see him tomorrow." Ever the dutiful son, eh? Listen, if you see my granny, tell her I'masking after her, won't you?" Of course," I said. "Aren't you going to visit her yourself?" Nahhh!" exclaimed Drew as he zipped up his fly. "Bank Holiday weekend,mate! Got some. Sometimes, I was even called to assist a gentleman with his purchase if the trouser length needed to be marked with the blue chalk to the correct length for his wanted cuff or non-cuff as so desired.There was no doubt that I would blush quite shamefully when I was down on my knees in front of some middle-aged married man with my face only inches away from his bulging crotch overly stimulated by the thought of me opening my mouth and gobbling up his male equipment like some dodgy girl of the. I didnt feel it was right to fuck people who knew Mark, so my escapades were all away from my home town, and those opportunities did not come often. Perhaps sometime later Ill write about a couple of them. My first year at college, we had to live in the dorm, and my roommate was named Carrie. She was from North Carolina and had a strong accent. She was about five feet six inches tall, slim, with quite thin hips and an ass that could only have developed from rigorous athletics. Her breasts were. . don't you think?" Bandit's never going to get trained at this rate," I complained.She laughed again, and it just made me want to jump up and crow like a rooster. "He'll get trained, Bob. I promise you that." I hope so," I said without thinking.She laughed again. "I bet you do." And she bleated again! "What are you doing Saturday night?" Training Bandit," I said firmly, more firmly in fact than I felt at that moment."You'll wait for me ... won't you?" she asked, her voice sounding strange.