“My dick is not big.”“Not big? Mano, your dick is huge.”“It’s not huge. It’s the same size as the guys in porn.”“Yeah, that’s fuck...ng huge; all those dicks are fucking huge. Most guys have six-inch cocks. Yours is closer to eight inches; eight thick, long inches.”“If my cock was that big; I would have a girlfriend and wouldn’t need a pity suck from my sister.”“It wasn’t a pity suck. And if girls knew about big your dick, they’d be trying to jump on it all the time.”“But they don’t, and they. “I thought you knew that we all used different forms.”“No,” Bill said sadly, “I have been gone far too long to remember everything. As it is I think a bit of the mind shield is still there though not for long.”“We need to start as soon as possible; with the assassin still out there it would be prudent.” Roth told Bill with all seriousness.Bill nodded as they all boarded the transport. Back at the palace Bill decided he’d start with Roth, something like know your enemy. Roth shook his head as. God help you if your pants slid down enough to show your underwear, Shirt tails tucked in at all time [BTW, all shirts had to have a collar] and belts were required. [this was prior to schools being forced to chuck their dress codes.]The girls, on the other hand were not allowed to show any signs they were wearing a bra - no straps showing and no tight tops that showed the forbidden bra strap across the back, and absolutely, may you burn in hell, gasp ... CLEAVAGE! They were also forced to. "Regan found herself enjoying the evening – almost in spite of herself. She was particularly happy that she had beaten Andy at miniature golf – although, to be fair, he was the least skilled person on the course and a seven-year-old with a plastic putter stood a good chance at besting him.As the group had moved away from the main building, they had joined up. As Paul had predicted, there was no one else behind them – perhaps verifying that playing miniature golf on a Friday night was for.