So many things in this world can inspire awe in people. The only thing that certainly doesn’t, is the meager endowment of it’s male inhabitants. F...rom the Dothraki horselords, to the pirates in the Summer Sea and from the shadowbinders of Asshai, to the knights and kings in Westeros, no man can pride himself with a cock of notable measurements. None of them except one.This would not be an erotic story if there wasn’t one man, that by a twisted joke of nature is endowed with the right tool to. I calmly see the drama regarding three large men armed with pistols unfolding, Freddie raising his hands aloft and Agnes gathering the terrified girls to her beside the lounger, wrapping them up over their necks in thick bath towels. I twiddle my thumbs, waiting for the phone call, ignoring my ice-cold, non-alcoholic drink. I enjoy booze but never when working. I’m sitting poolside too, in late afternoon sunshine, flesh sizzling beside the Black Sea, surrounded by the splashing sounds of. He asked if he could inquire what the job might be that I referred to, what would be the hours, would it be full time as he didn’t think that his services with Melanie would be needed much longer. He also attached a resume for me to look at to verify his qualifications and education. I made note to chat with Melanie about this guy.I began to read the ‘read only’ emails, disposing them after. I was listening to some old blues music when I felt a pair of lips on the back of my neck. I stared. Some days the idyllic setting made me dreamy forgetting about my writing, just to sit and stare off into the distance.One day I glanced over to see the young girl watching me. She was probably fifteen or sixteen. Whenever I glanced over to her she quickly looked away. This went on for two days, the third day I took a chance and said, "Care to join me?"The girl looked around thinking I was talking to someone else. "Excuse me?"I repeated my offer. "Come on you look lonely. Jason Taylor."She got.