Even with the heels on, when I stood I was just 5'5. My sweater reached mid-thigh, tightening with each step I took towards his office. My heels click...ed on the wooden floors, and I knew he could hear every step. My breathing quickened as I reached towards the door, twitsting the knob and silently swinging the door open. He was stood at the window, looking out. His jeans hung low on his hips, the black fleece he was wearing clinging to his lean muscles. He turned to me, his pitch black wavy hair. I was wearing jeans, for Christ’s sake.“Gene, this is my dad. Call him Peter,” she said over the click of her seatbelt.Peter was a tall man; the gray in his hair was in the right spots over his ears and not peppered everywhere like my own. Hell, if I grew a beard like his, I’d have an off-center skunk on my face. He was wearing a suit, dark brown with a black shirt and tie. I did everything I could in my life never to wear a tie. His glasses looked like they cost more than my wardrobe.“Yes,” he. . mainly cuz i didnt want it to... i was hoping worst case i had to jack off at a hospital. then the nurse said "WE need to relieve you to take the pain away".... then a little pause "relieve?" i said trying to sound embarrassed "Yes relieve. through a scrotal massage." she said it as though it was a therapy they had at the hospital. "well how do i do it" i said. She replied with the best answer ever "You dont do it, I will. I believe if you do it you may injure the incision, just lay back." so. That's hardly fair." Karl murmured something in agreement and suddenly found himself having similar thoughts about Dee."Dee told me her real name is Leilani," Karl said in an effort to distract himself."Yep." Dom nodded. "I talked her into letting me see her driver's license." He grinned. "She hates the picture." Karl laughed."Who doesn't?" Hi, Dom!" Dee came up and kissed him on the cheek. "Heard from Lani?" Not today," he said. "I'm figuring she's busy with family, or with jet lag. She called.