, etc...Well, MY father had a garden variety (maybe six inch) dick! (What boy never got a glance of his father's penis, growing up?)My high school was... a five year high school, meaning the 8th grade, was Frosh, instead of the ninth grade. (Actually, both were frosh, but ninth graders called themselves "fresh" to avoid confusion.)So, here I was, playing football, one fine October Saturday morning, when this play occurs, and I got blindsided so badly, I didn't come out of my coma until Tuesday,. Then it dawned on me! I know who I looked like!I was dressed in the spitting image of my sister Angie!!!Could it be coincidence? I thought not. There are no such things as fucking coincidences in the dark underworld of Chelmsford prison. I guessed I would find out soon enough; I set my resolve not to upset the Warden or Steve today. I was terrified at the though of having to face Angie this afternoon when she came to visit. How could I explain to her that it was my fault that she had been. To be honest…she felt the same way about him too. Ali knew he was heading to this convention. She was as horny a woman you’d find anywhere around. She was good about covering it up but if given half a chance, she’d “take him down” and “wrap” herself around him. She’d kiss the good looking man all night long if given half the chance. She hadn’t been like this since her early to mid twenties she told herself. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. Why am I feeling this way about a married. He had indentified 1.4 million dollars worth of these areas in the site work and the first stage of the building. The site work was for both dorms and the first stage included the foundation for the first dorm. He estimated that we could save 4 million over the entire project by eliminating the overlaps that would have to be corrected by exceptions to the contract.The meeting needed to include more than just me. This problem needed someone with more authority than I had. If the issues couldn't.