These weren't legitimate hog producers who just happened to have millions of dollars lying around to hire geneticists. The pork business was consolida...ting down to a handful of companies, each well connected to back-room Washington politics. They scored some massive research grants to hire all those unemployed geneticist. I'm not sure the American public got back so much as a better tasting pork chop for their tax dollars. It was corruption, plain and simple."It was an assault aimed at Bethany. At that length, he would extend upward beyond his stomach. I look in the mirror at my own tummy, and I try to picture how far his 12-inches would extend inside me. I try to measure it out with my hand and nearly come up to my chest. "My God!" I think to myself. "His dick would practically go up my throat."It takes a few minutes before I am able to return to my desk and finish the last line on the form. "Current cock length," I type. "12-inches. Desired Length: 9-inches."It looks strange, but I. She was as excited about it as I was. On the way home, Sis asked me if I thought it was possible to make a small salon in the garage so she could do hair, nails, and make-up on the side after work. I thought it was a great idea and told her I would help her look into it. The next day, the three of us started searching the internet for equipment and contractors to set-up a small salon. One of the contractors explained that we had to be careful of the local zoning laws and building code issues. It wasn't exactly my dream job, but I had wanted to live in London and this was the first opportunity I had. I had left my girlfriend back home and lived in a bedsit.The people at the shop were all pretty friendly and there was a guy about my own age who I went for a drink with a few times.We were sitting in the Coach and Horses one day after work, talking about our colleagues."I reckon Mal is a woofter," Steve said. Mal was the manager, a curly-haired little man of about 40."Really?" I said..