"I blushed as I saw them all looking at me and the hairs on my arse started prickling and my cock started getting a stand and started to come out betw...een the flaps of my shirt."Do you see that Martha, it's eight inches if its an inch," Sister Pious added as Sister Martha blushed crimson."Well that's by the bye," Sister Emmanuel said dismissively, "But this poor lad needs some robes Martha, will you measure him please." No!" Sister Martha cried, "I shall not, not with that, that thing poking out. I offered Marissa a ride home, but she took her own car to work so she was in need of no ride. As well if she ever did forget her car, she could just take the bus which was not all too far away. So I just left here with a good bye, of course no hugs or kisses were ever made, just very formal eye to eye contact. so I went down the hallway to the elevator. On the way there I could see photo's of Marissa up till half way, just mainly photo shopped to make her look either nude, masturbating, and. Cindy asked him to prove it and he showed her his hotel key. Proved nothing except that he had taken a hotel room, Cindy said. No flies on Cindy. So the guy then showed her an email from his wife, a long and tortuous note where she told him exactly what she thought of him running off with some bimbo, and told him to not even think about ever coming back. So that was that. Divorce in train, top dollar alimony and she would keep the house, he could see the kids once a month. Goodbye and good. “You videotaped it? You? How did you figure it out?” He grinned at me.“Smartass. Watch it.”He picked up the cell, thumb swiping and tapping. Familiar music started. Her voice rose.One minute later, Peter whispered, “Ho-lee-shit.” Amelia’s voice, even tinny, sent shivers up my spine. The video ended. Peter looked at me, his eyes moist. “Holy shit, Mike!”“I know.”“Email the video to me.” He noticed my expression and laughed. “You don’t know how, do you?”“Just take the frigging phone.”An hour.