Shiraz, right? That sounds good. A nice, dry red. What kind of toppings can I get on my pizza?” Carly requested.“Whichever ones you want, dear fri...end,” I told her, making her smile at last, especially as I got out a glass and poured her the Shiraz, handing it to her.“Thank you, Mr. Mancini,” Carly replied, wiping more tears from her eyes, “you’re a good friend. I’d like the Hawaiian style pizza. Pineapples and either ham or Canadian bacon.”“One Hawaiian style pizza coming up, along with my. "Scott, Mr. Wilkens, gave me a train ticket and 3 days off for bailing him out of the California fires report, and for forgetting to call you. He wants me to take you to dinner tonight and put it on an expense report. He really wants to make it up to you. Man you must have given him a hard time. He must have apologized 3 times at the game last night." Bill said."I was a snot, but enough about him. How about you?" I said"How about me what?" Bill inquired."How about you being here alone with me. And, necessity being the mother of invention, he came up with the Mother of bright ideas; nasty, exploitive and cruel but definitely workable.Losing no time, he found his way back to the Greeting Area and demanded that the greeter get him an interview with the Boss! The greeter pondered for a while over which would inflict more suffering; a contemptuous refusal or letting him feel the full weight of the displeasure of the Chief. But eventually he took the easy way out and kicked the problem. It was huge like him; thick, heavy and long below his domed belly, circumcised and gracefully curved a little to the left. He too was entirely shaved of pubic hair. Instantly, that gorgeous, nauseous, sinking feeling washed over me and settled in the pit of my stomach - equal parts humiliation, panic and deep, deep excitement. Instantly, I was cast as the boy before this colossus of a man with the gargantuan cock. Instantly, I realised, I knew this was a man I had to show respect to. Bull.