"You said it was what youHAD to have done, referring to having his penis trimmed down. Do youmean that it's HIS fault that you did it. That he drove... you to whatsome might call an extreme measure?" Definitely, it's Glen's fault. I mean he was always pestering me forsex. And drinking beer. One bottle a night and sometimes even two.Trying to be some sort of macho pig." Oh my. Toxic masculinity. And how did you hear about this solution tohaving a husband like that?" I spotted something. The biggest assets I have observed in a woman so far in my life. The day I gave her the last chance for the job her entire outlook towards me changed Ill take u to the day when I was been taken for a ride of my life.That evening We had some work to complete & it took about 2330 hrs for everyone to pack up for the day Once the work was over every1 left I was completing my reports suddenly I heard a bang near my desk I was surprised to see her next to my cabin with some files on the floor So I. Camilla and I were dressing for dinner. Again! I'd been realizing that, back in her accustomed metropolitan setting, she was far from the homebody she'd been during her week at my cabin. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, flitting from party to party with reckless abandon, but she liked them. And she liked going out, seeing people and being seen by them and doing things with them and being, basically, the belle of whatever ball was at hand.The odd thing was, I was finding I kind of liked it. ”“I know. I could see the evidence of that, since when the phone rang the second time it was still running down her thigh,” she said with a giggle. “How many was it last night?”I just looked at her and smiled. “Oh come on, tell me!”But I just smiled, and said “A gentleman never tells.”Holly gave a pout, and just said “That’s OK, Linda will tell me. I know it was at least three though. Twice last night, and again this morning. And she does seem to be walking a little tenderly, we may be jetting.