For example, I learned long after developing the concept for this story that a certain statue doesn’t actually exist. That statue plays a very promi...nent role in this chapter. Now, I won’t ruin it for you now, but the statue is of one of the most famous men in the history of sports. So, it doesn’t actually exist – it damn well should. And this is my story. Voila. Anyhow, if anyone is from the Raleigh, N.C. area, and that factual discrepancy offends you, then… please, just work with me. Special. Interested?" "Ummm maybe." her brow ruffled in confusion. "As you know I can be your ticket to Harvard Law. With a swipe of my penyou are in or… if I choose; you may not be in. Now as cold as this maysound, I want you to get what you want. But, before I give you what you want…Iwant you to give me what I want." Dr. Temple paused to let his words soak in.He saw the signs in her face that confirmed she recognized the dilemma he justplaced before her. "What do you … want?" she asked? "She's done.". “I know what the toilet is for airhead, for your information I couldn’t aim it down so I figured it would be easier to piss in the shower since I could just let it go without having to aim” he answered turning around and seeing his Sister standing at the door naked which immediately made his cock stand at full erection again.“I can see why it would be a problem aiming that down” she said looking at his cock and marveling at the way it stood flat against his stomach , unconsciously thinking. 30 pm we walk in the restaurant, to my surprise is very small and empty, only two old men behind the bar, as soon as we walk in, they started talking Italian, one of them holds Marco and kisses him in the cheeks, Marco tells me he is a very good friend from Sicily, the other holds my hands, looking me all over, telling Marco, ( in a very heavy Italian accent ) she is very beautiful you lucky bastard, he asks him if i like Sicilian cannoli, Marco tells him, she loves my big cannoli, we sat at a.