But she had slipped me her number and I gave her a call a few days later. We decided to meet up in the East Village for dinner. She showed up wearing... a yellow paisley sundress and no bra. I wasn’t sure if we had the same chemistry now that we were sober but after dinner, we started making out on the street. A few people called out “get a room!” but since I don’t really give a shit what people think about me, we just kept going. The fact that it was annoying people just made me harder. My hands. With my hands on her stomach I could feel the hardness of the wooden peg that was stuck up inside her. Its not like it was protruding out from her stomach, its just that her lower abdomen was hard, making it easy to detect just how full she was. It extended out of her neatly trimmed patch almost all the way up to her belly button. I bent over and nuzzled her ear to ear, noting the pleasant sigh that resonated from her throat. Moving my hands up I firmly cupped both of her breasts and hugged her. A lot of it I didn’t mind, but she found places I didn’t realize could even be sensitive. My underarms were not, but if she ran a finger on the bottom of my upper arm, I would jump and almost squeal. The back of my knees were susceptible as well as were my breasts. She spent what felt like forever gently touching and exploring my body with her fingers and her forever-damned duster.I then felt her run those feathers across my mons pubis, tickling the pubic hair I rarely bothered to trim or. You know damn well who I am, now don’t you?”“You just told me your name is Karen - and I saw your sign in the front yard by the flower beds that said - The McClintocks.”“Lucien, something happened while you were in the bathroom! Something that defies reality. Please, if you know anything about this, tell me before I go crazy. Do you realize, my two daughters and each of their two daughters, have all suddenly dropped twenty-five pounds, and there’s no blood to be seen ... that is - unless you.