I looked across at Jacqueline. She seemed to be coping all right. She seemed to be studying the women, trying to remember each detail for a descriptio... that might help the police later. I followed her lead as the Manageress made her way slowly across to the desk, keeping her hands up in the air and staring at the gun that was pointed directly at her.The safe was a big, Victorian thing with a great brass lock plate. The bunch of keys that the manageress pulled from the desk drawer looked as. Marque kept her eyes on theofficer, making sure shed have enough time. She opened the zipper on thepair of cock and balls and it expanded greatly. Without wasting any timeshe leaped inside the black inner side of the deflated cock skin,pushing all inside and closing the zipper behind her. Within threeseconds Marque was gone and fully realistic and fully functional cocklay there.The officer returned to her vehicle to see nothing but a dick and a pairof handcuffs."What the hell?"Markus cursed as. " His hell?" Barb asked in shock. "What hell does he have to worry about? I think he's got life pretty good!" At his age all boys begin to rebel," Her mother explained. "It's part of becoming a man, they want to be independent, especially of their mothers. His accident seems to be intensifying this and causing him a lot of suffering." Why are boys so complicated mom?" Barb asked. "Why couldn't they grow up as smoothly and as quickly as girls do?"Her mother smiled. "It would make for a more. ”Jack finished pouring his milk and returned the carton to the refrigerator before replying. He wasn’t used to talking about his feelings, but knew this was one of those times when it was probably required. He replied, “I’m a lot happier too.”“I can tell. I guess that I’ve never known the real Jack McCullum,” Lisa said watching her father.Puzzled by the comment, he took a seat at the table and a sip of his milk while trying to figure out how to answer. The delay in responding to her comment.