My eyes ran down the length of her body from her face, to her c-cup breasts, to her crotch…wait, where was her supposedly huge cock? There was nothi...g there. WTF? She slowly walked towards me, keeping her legs tight together. I assumed she was walking that way in an effort to walk sexy…was I wrong. She stopped in front of me, my face about a foot from her crotch, when she suddenly spread her legs and un-tucked her massive, already rock hard, cock. It was definitely 9′ but that wasn’t the most. "Bill Anderson, Joe." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. I still had one arm around Eve's waist.She looked back to me. "Bill, please help me load my luggage and we'll go." Joe and I each rolled a large suitcase to the back of my truck. Eve carried a small makeup case and her purse. We loaded the truck. She turned to Joe and said, "Thank you for a good, quick trip. Where are you headed now?"He shook her hand. "I'll get a soft drink and then go back to Birmingham. I'm supposed to fly a party to. I was such a pathetic loser.She probably thought I was some sort of pervert. She must hate me.I had been lying there in self-loathing misery for quite some time when an older nurse finally came in to do a scheduled bed check, something she enjoyed because it got her away from the others nurses and their mindless gossip filled prattle. I briefly wondered how I knew such things, but was quickly distracted from the thought."Oh good, you're awake, you gave everyone quite a scare." she whispered. Wouldn't you just know it? Betty May Henderson caught it. She had begun to continually snipe at me again. For a while after the big fish event she eased off. When she caught it I saw a strange look on her face, and she looked right at me and grinned. I knew she had something on her mind.Samantha and Hank took the train to Oklahoma City for their honeymoon. We were aware the Cossingers were well to do, but we later learned Mister Cossinger was what is called in political circles influential. He.