Days went by. I left my d**k alone.
Okay, let me rephrase that: I left my d**k alone when I was anywhere near a mirror. Because, like I said, little head, big head, not so little, yada, yada, yada. And those old habits I mentioned did indeed die hard. Emphasis on the hard. Plus, my d**k was a rather social creature. In other words, it didn’t like to be left alone. To add a plus to that plus, I also figured that I’d need my d**k somewhere down the line, somewhere not so sadly solo, and so I thought it best not piss my d**k off. Let’s call it hedging one’s horny bets.
Still, curiosity had a stranglehold on my cat. That is to say, the earthquakes had me wondering. What were they? Why were they so frequent these days? And what was my connection to them? Mostly that last thing.
I knocked on
