Campbell call me she was cursing and shouting at me calling me a fat whore. saying how nasty I was. She informed me that she say my email and not to l...ook for her husband to give me shit and she was going to tell the other wife's about my little money scam. I laughed saying you stupid old bitch most of them knows. I rubbed my head and said you know if all of y'all old dried up bitches would be like me than your husband wouldn't be coming to me for a nut don't you think. She didn't say a word. "You mean us, you and me, Mr. Wells, married? Really?" Anne asked, cocking an eyebrow and trying to look serious, feeling her heart beat faster, hands clasped under her chin, cocking a well-practiced eyebrow."Of course. Yes. Who else? Of course. My God, Anne! I'll be admitted to the bar in a year or so, maybe less. I guess you're old enough aren't you, I mean since you're an orphan and all. How old are you anyway?" Oh yes, I'm plenty old enough, probably older than you, an ageing spinster eh?. "But of course." SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came in quick succession creating a five pointed star immediately below the left shoulder blade. "Now, you try, old man," Mrs. Potter sniffed as her audience admired her handiwork. "I think I'll make you my gardener." Over my dead body, Madam." SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came so swiftly that Billy didn't have time to give thanks. An identical five-pointed star appeared in pulsing red and purple on Billy's right. I'd catch him sometimes letting rip with a huge stream of piss which always had my cock tenting my pants. So, with that image in mind I'll relate the surprising and very welcome event when I went to the chest clinic for a check up just before Christmas.The appointment was the typical lung function test and the usual lecture about smoking and I was glad to get away from the clinic. I decided to have a spot of lunch while I was at the hospital but needed a piss first. Now I admit I'm a 'shy.