It’s quite a silly legend, but that iron penis became part of the shrine. Prostitutes would visit to pray for protection from social diseases. Later... married couples visited to pray for marital bliss.”“I bet!” Clarissa smirked. “Can you even imagine something like that here, Mike?”“No way!” I chuckled. “First of all, the Moral Majority would all have strokes, then the rest of the Religious Right would go absolutely insane.”“You know, Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson and their followers having. She dance around the pole for a song as we watched her. Her firm sexy boobs and sexy body she soon made her way over to me. Sitting down on my lap she took my hands and placed them on her breast as she moved her hips back and forth on my lap. Her breast were so firm as I enjoyed massaging them. She then kneeled upwards and moved her boobs to my face. She titty slapped me in the face a little before very slowly moving her nipples across my lips. I couldn't resist opening my mouth and licking her. “And your play’s fucking great, I think. It’s got that dreamy poetic thing still, but it’s gritty nevertheless. Shocking because of the juxtaposition. Kind of reminds me of Sam Shepard’s newer stuff.”“Yeah,” he agreed.“And Tennessee Williams’s poetry, except more Midwest twang rather than southern drawl.”“And O’Neil?” he chuckled.“More Albee I think. More restrained anger.”“If you say so.”“I do. I’d like to show it to some friends at NYU.”“Sure.”When the rest finally arrived, he drove them. He was getting impatient, usually the maid would be taking her shower about now but there was no action in the room where she usually changed. She was an Asian woman, somewhere in her late thirties, but she had a body, while somewhat petite, was something to behold. Impatient, Stan scanned each of the windows of the house that faced him. He was rewarded when he saw movement in the upper windows and noticed that Helen, his neighbors daughter moving around in the room totally nude. .