I looked at my watch and realized that it was probably about time I got back anyway. Gathering the papers up and clutching the Styrofoam cup, I began ...the short walk back to the factory floor. As I approached the large double doors that separated the packing room from the loading bay, I could hear laughter and raised voices from my staff.“I’m sorry!” I heard Deepak say, “Honestly, it was an accident. I was reaching for the sealing tape, I didn’t mean to touch you!” The other girls laughed as I. The scar tissue is getting better; I have a salve that needs to be applied daily." Do you mind if I look at it?" If I minded, I wouldn't have asked Robin."I stood up and raised my shirt. Robin gasped when she got a look at the 3 puckered scars in my abdomen.She tentatively reached toward one and asked, "Do they hurt?" Not any more. The one on my left leg still twinges once in a while, but these don't hurt now. What they do though, is to make it so that I need a lot of help in order to digest. “OK, Randy, get naked and let me see what we are going to be working with.” I watched, mesmerized as he stripped off his Jeans and muscle shirt. He wasn’t wearing any undershorts and his soft cock hung halfway down his thighs. His soft cock had to be as long and as thick as my forearm. “Jesus, fucking Christ. You’re hung like a fucking stallion. I bet your girlfriend loves having that thing buried all the way up inside her.” I didn’t believe I had actually said that but I had. Looking at that. Now that it's too late. Afterawhile it seems there is nothing better to do thango to our afternoon classes. What they are all aboutI have no idea. We only have eyes for each other. I havea sense of unease that by mid-afternoon becomes acute.I still don't know his plans for the summer, and I'mafraid to come right out and ask him if they includeme. Boys seem able to get their fun and move on. Isit really possible I might never see him again? Iache. Afterthe last class is over he still hasn't said.