Got the usual round of pic collectors and time wasters,but got an email from a guy who said he was in my home town and it just said "9 inches and thi...k wanna see it??"so who am I to resist,emailed back to him,"yeah sure,come to mine and show me it"didn't expect him,to actually show up,but 15 minutes later my door got chapped and there he was.so as I was already wearing my black patent thigh highs,7 inch heels, my rubber vest top and latex bustier and my shoulder length rubber gloves in. John continued, “I’m sorry for putting you into whatever mood has gotten you so pissed off. So let’s start again with a clean slate this time. It seems you saved my life, and I’m grateful. As soon as I get out of this . . . what is this thing, anyway? A bed? There’s things sticking out of it, jabbing me all over. I gotta move.”Hmm, that apology went well. Even if her social skills were the shits, his weren’t much better. “Sorry, what I wanted to say was that, when I can get on my feet, I’d like. I think Girl had a thing for him."Cully, don't be disrespectful. He's our Priest." He's still a man and you have an effect on men. Devout or not. I see you, Girl."And the Father, bless his heart, did act up a bit around Katie-Girl. I didn't grudge it. He wasn't getting any, so, big deal. I'd shake his hand, she'd hug him, tight, and we'd go on into the church hall and have donuts and coffee. Always fresh, always free."Cully, roll the sun-roof down, I'm hot."I had the A/C blowing, but, didn't. He knows everything.” Both men laughed slightly louder.The reconnaissance teams knew, since the incident, the three men had become friends and often spent nights playing cards or watching sports on the security chief’s large-screen TV. They had bugged each room of the house except for the Faraday cage in the garage because there was no way to get a signal out. Plus, the chief was a bit of a freak when it came to checking for counterintelligence devices in his home, but he only checked the.