It is a long trip home. While I was on the train headed from Sydney up to the Central Coast I wrote a blog post saying that after getting in the ocean...for a swim the next thing I was looking forward to was some Aussie cock.Between that train ride and me getting home, I received a text message from the Married Guy saying:“Good to hear you are back, I’ve been enjoying following your travels. I have a welcome home present for you and of course I’m DTF (down to fuck). Monday swim and back to your. You have to be familiar with this device” – she pulled an object from her hand bag and put it on the table. It was quite phallistic, but bent in a shape of the letter U, a bit asymmetric. Dad had a hard time completely recognizing it.“Yes” the Girl said. “It is a dildo. But it is a damn special one”.She started the guided tour of the device. The surface was soft to the touch like rubber. IT wasn’t smooth but rough and knobby. And it was shining red like a brand new Ferrari.“The bigger end goes. If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, this will be a good time to go back and read it to able to enjoy Chapter 9.I will give a short description of how the high voltage conductors are strung on the insulators. A typical "pull" has 2 miles of wire on the wire reels. The wires are wound through a "tensioner" truck that keeps the wires above the ground and keeps any roads or OH circuits clear. On the other end is the "puller" truck that pulls the wires in on the insulators. Usually a "pull a day" is. I carried my big Gucci purse into the roomy elevator. I pressed ‘6’ button and the elevator started slowly going up. First we stopped at floor 2, where two chatty secretaries came in and waved at me, shutting up immediately. They left abruptly at floor 4, and there two men stepped in. I recognized the first man, who was my secretary’s son. Lily, my secretary, was 54 years old, and her son, James, was 25. James was really cute-all the girls in our building gossiped and giggled about him. He had.