Then she drew in her breath real quick."Philip!" she whispered. "You're... you're not a little boy anymore, are you?"I wanted to just drop my head int...o the water and drown. Anything was better than having Grandma staring at my dick.Then she actually reached out and touched it! I thought I would die. But it made my dick even harder and bigger. Grandma put her hand around in. The big, dark red tip bulged above her fist. Nobody had ever touched me there, at least not since I could remember. I'd. Its color scheme was red and black, was called the Hungry Viking and from the sizeable lunch crowd, it seemed quite popular.Elena grinned in an elfish way.“This is the flagship restaurant so to speak, we going to open number twenty in a few days on Twilight.”“We?”“I decided to take a page out of your Grandfather’s book. We are selling traditional Viking food with a modern twist.”“And it is an Olafson venture?”“It is and you are in charge as soon as you come back for good.”“Elena, I am not. Then I realized with amusement that they were studying me with equalinterest."You are twins," I grinned happily. No wonder these two had survived.They wouldn't fight each other for dominance, the way their siblingshad. More importantly they protected each other's backs. My biggestconcern at the moment was their housing arrangements. They wouldn't fitin in a normal dorm room. And class rooms would be a problem as well.Then I realized something I'd not thought about before. The roomshousing a. SCENIC BYWAYSWomen would not exist in a perfect fantasyWorld, not because I detest or loathe them,But because they're superfluous, offeringMerely tit for tat, cunt instead of cock,Ovaries in lieu of balls.But, critics may object, without the fair sex,Humanity's doomed, for none but they may bearOffspring, to which I say, There are too many of us now;Men, as lovers of one another, cannot add to the surplusOf crying mouths to feed, no matter how many timesThey spill their fecund seed.But tits, if.