" Not what?" A faggot." Whatever you say." Johnny pointed to floor directly in front of where he stood with a stern look on his face. "Knees. Now."Tim...my moved to the spot Johnny was pointing at and got down on his knees. Johnny grasped his head and held it in position and smirked down upon him. The line had been crossed and an unwritten understanding had been agreed upon. Timmy was a prison bitch, prison pussy. There was no going back."Damn, if I knew you were this sweet and easy, I would have. The last thing you ever want to do is take any chance at all that Tad will think you feel that way!" Well, I don't feel that way! I think Tad's just -- fine." Listen, girl. Tad really is just fine. I mean, I saw it, and sure, he's a little below average, but I've seen smaller. And I've gotten off with guys who were smaller, too. One guy, anyway."Louise's lecture wasn't over. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're. . I dropped the keys to him and waited. I heard him coming up the stairs and opened the door to let him in.He was very formal and pecked me on the cheek... at that stage I felt a little embarrassed... suddenly the reality was a different matter. He nodded to me... and told me that I looked very nice... better than my Britney look... more natural. That pleased me. I said he was later than he'd said... but he shrugged and we went to the kitchen, and I got him a beer.Three beers later, we'd found. “I want to save myself for my husband, Bill. I hope you can understand,” she said.So, I knew that I wasn’t going to get between her lovely legs, so we didn’t date anymore. We remained friendly at work, but I never did ask her out again.Then one night another nurse told me that Michelle had taken a job at another hospital in town; one where I didn’t have practice privileges. So, I didn’t see her again for almost two years.Then one day I saw a wedding announcement in the paper that Michelle was.