We chatted about life, jobs, hobbies and family. not once did he ask for a pic. Which is in my experience usually the first thing that I get asked. Do...'t get me wrong, I love to show off what I have. Even if its for pic collectors. Hey, we all need something to jack off to. But this guy never asked. We just chatted. We went back and forth for about a week. The chat got more sexual in nature. I, out of the blue, shot a pic of the hard on that he had help create and hit send. He said wow!. . Great, I'll see you then ... Bye."Monday soon came around, Karen and Gilly started work on the mountain of mail that was waiting for them. Gilly quickly learned how to use the program, if it hadn't been for some very poor writing she would have got through a lot more of the client's details. Since there was nothing much for Karen to do she helped with the inputting. A few applications seemed promising for Helen and Cyril and were kept to one side until she realised she could enter the. I don’t want to insult you, but she brought up something else,” I hinted at the sterility, but Brian wasn’t one to be evasive.“My sterility, yeah. The mumps. Fuck me sideways, the damn mumps got me. I’ve been sterile ever since, though I’ve used that to great benefit in the past. I could fuck any woman that I wanted and not have to worry about paternity suits or anything that might interfere with business. Now, however, I want to be a father, forget grandfather, I won’t live long enough for. For god’s sake he is a man! “You aren’t really sorry are you? You’d do the same again, wouldn’t you?” He looked at her with an uncertain sheepish grin. “I probably would,” he said. She suddenly saw him as a naughty schoolboy and her heart melted a little. Something inside her was stirring, some subconscious urge pushing her. “I suppose you would have liked a closer look?” She remembered the eyes of the artist. She told herself afterwards that what she did next was because she felt sorry for.