Keyed, or combination?" Keyed, I think," Courtney answered. "No, combination. I can never keep track of my keys." And shall I leave room for, um, grow...h?" I asked, trying my damnedest to keep a straight face."Why, I hadn't thought of that, but by all means," she replied, "do leave room for expansion. Shall we say about, oh, fifty percent?" Of course," I wrote again, then said, "I've noticed that the wood in here is different than that in the bedroom. Which shall I match, or shall I try to blend. I could gain a new reputation around school and nobody would be harmed.I started smiling a lot more in the hallways at school. I didn’t even have to talk. I just smiled, hated conversation as much as ever and smiled some more. Girls were interested because of talk about my penis but I would, if offered to take girls up on that rumor, let them know I was safe to love because my tongue would be my other penis. So, my reputation changed. I began to be surrounded with interest and requests first. ‘Shush, you. I don’t want to hear how fat you think you are, how thin you think your hair is getting or how short you think your dick is.’ Will growled at him. ‘I’m serious, dammit,’ Chris said in a perfect Mae West. ‘Some things we do in our lives are about love, not about the hunk of the month.’ ‘You don’t ever turn it off, do you?’ Will said. Chris sighed deeply, and then over dramatacised Will’s voice, in a near perfect impression, down to the sulk, the shoulder drooping and the grunt.. ”“Thanks. I want to keep working together.”“Good,” I said. “Me too.”“Jeri, go on back to your workstation,” Dave said. “I need to talk a bit more with Steve.”She got up and left the conference room, closing the door behind her.“Steve, as your friend, I understand you’re under stress. You haven’t shared any details with me, and for you, that’s rare. Whatever it is, I’ll help if I can.”“Thanks, Dave. But right now, I can’t share anything. When I can, I will.”“OK. Now, as your boss I have to say.