I’ve entered a state of confusion on my dick – on one hand it’s still disgusting, it stops me from having a normal life, and it is too big for m... to control. I just want to feel like a girl and not worry about it. On the other hand, I find myself thinking back to that night when I was drunk and jerked myself off. Now that I’m gonna have it forever, I may have to resolve these feelings at some point.But not this week. I have been getting a bold plan, that makes me both wet and scared shitless at. While he didn't know of any friends of theirs in the Bureau, it seemed foolharty to presume that they didn't have any. Thule was about to tip his hand and pray that the person he tipped it to didn't go running to Ivan with it.He still had yet to come up with a better plan than walking in the front door and giving what he had to the first agent that would listen to him. He debated driving down to Washington DC to go to national headquarters, but he would have to fly back if he were going to make. When Aunt Betty leaned over and tapped Tony on the arm and told him that he could provide the desserts, I looked over at Ellen and caught her with a huge grin on her puss, until she noticed me looking right at her and stopped grinning immediately.Ellen went with us when I took Tony back to Norwich. We sat in the truck and listened to Amos N' Andy on the radio before he had to go check back in. Ellen walked in with Tony and went over to the head man in charge and told him that Tony had a good. ‘Yes.’ Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair in front of a mirror. Karen steeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as the first stall when Betty turned around. ‘Hello, there little girl,’ said Betty. ‘You know I think I let you off a little too easily, earlier.’ Karen gulped, as Betty walked up to her. ‘You’re a pretty little girl, Karen. And arrogant. It’s time you learned.