"What do you think?"(Dylan)"Wow. You look...unbelievable. So good."(Jessica)As I let his eyes survey me, I'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde h...ir is neatly styled and he's wearing a light blue dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, black dress pants and shoes, and a black 5-button vest with the bottom button undone. I can also see a black belt with a silver buckle peeking out from under the vest. Aside from gifts from family, I've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him. " Well, hold on to those dreams for romance. I'm all for it. I just think the romance better be there BEFORE the wedding occurs."Our discussion was interrupted by the sounds coming from the living room. It quickly became obvious that my sister and her husband had reappeared, as I could hear my father directing them to stand closer together and smile while he took pictures. I knew that sooner or later I would be roped into posing with the family."I suppose we'd better to getting back." I suppose. The man is yours truly, Kurt Linwood. And by the time I’m done with this story, you suckers will definitely remember the name. By day, I am a patrol officer with the Boston Police Department. By night, I’m something else entirely. I am performing voluntary community service by taking out the trash, folks. Someone’s got to do it. Right now, I’m at the O’Shea Tavern, a working-class Irish bar located in Boston’s South End. I’ve been going there for years. Lots of cops, corrections officers and. I followed Billy into the large tent and looked around. I saw a half dozen large kennel cages but no puppies. There was another man in there. He was sitting in a chair and rose to greet me. I had never met anyone that big. he must have been well over six feet tall."Hey. I'm Bart." He stuck out his hand and shook mine."I'm Charlene but please, call me Charlie." Take a look at this puppy Charlie." Bart said and dropped the front of his coveralls, exposing an impossibly huge dick. It was the size.