Amy Watson had measured him the proper way, along the top, making sure that he was fully inflated ... until he wasn't anymore. While he was well above...average in length, Amy had measured his circumference at just under three and a half inches, well below average.Long and thin, the girls loved to squeeze down on him as he reached areas they'd not had plumbed before. They could practice deep throat without hurting their jaws. None of them got all of him down, but he was happy to help them. Sometimes feces and urine feature prominently.“I Told you so,” is frequently heard.I hate that part.Educated has instructors and books. Books seldom cause blood ... except a paper cut or two. I never was very good at math and flying has math. At least the devil isn’t in it ... no numbers AND alphabet.Just numbers is bad enough.Instructors ... that’s a horse of a different color. Instructors have been known to exact a measure of pain ... not blood. Sweat and tears ... yes.A certain period of. .. the... uh... I had some class plans that I wanted to ask about... It's just a suggestion, but... well..." She opened up one of the file folders she had brought with her from the staff cabin. She took out a sheaf of writing assignments that she had given to her students this morning and held them out for him to look at.Stuart gave the papers a cursory glance and then looked back at the gorgeous young wife of his old college buddy. Holy shit... to think Mark Jenkins could have married this. I saw her eyes widen. Then she grinned, of all things.“Yeah,” she said, still grinning. “I guess I do know all about your private thing.”She was teasing me! I couldn’t believe it. She knew I’d been embarrassed about that and she was teasing me! It made me bold, somehow.“You weren’t there long enough to find out all about it,” I said.“Only because you jumped up like you’d seen a ghost and ran out of there like a scared little rabbit,” she said, just as boldly as that.“Maybe I’ll invite you over.