She felt it twitch, and she hurriedly lowered her head and spreading her lips wide, took the head into her mouth. As she licked over and around it, sh... felt the shaft swelling in her hand and soon she could barely wrap her fingers around it. Resisting the urge to stroke the shaft, she started bobbing her head up and down over the head, taking it a little deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Soon she felt it bumping against the back of her mouth and her surprised eyes saw that she had barely. You were my boss, for goodness sake! Day after day we worked side by side, setting up for the photo shoots you did, editing proofs and making presentations to the clients. I loved everything about it. The intensity you brought to each project, the way you coaxed the inhibitions out of the women who wanted to give their husbands or boyfriends a sexy birthday present by being photographed nude. How simple you made everything just by your very presence. Talking to them gently so they could go to a. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man. And as I played “Amazing Grace”, the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.When finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen anything like. He'sstill a little defensive, the way adolescent boys are, but you musthave noticed, he doesn't feel it's al all demeaning to be carryingwhat sounds like a girl's name. You can call him 'Mary' to teasehim, if you like, or even 'Marianne' all the time, and it doesn'tbother him at all. He takes no notice. He's not insulted that hisname sounds like a girl's. He respects girls. He's had to learnto respect them in order to respect himself, and not go throughlife cringing and apologizing for.