But the minutes stretched out and mystery man didn’t respond, and I started to doubt myself. Had I gone too far? And then finally he messaged back. ...“I appreciate you going above and beyond for your request. All items will be waiting for you in your room. But I am going to have to ask you to send in your measurements for the following:”And then he sent a detailed list of everything from bust size to bicep width and the length from my waist to crotch. Well not necessarily the response I was. ‘You kill off a lot of good cells with the bad and hope that enough of the good ones survive to keep you alive. I’m sure someday in the future medical experts will wonder at the barbaric approaches we use the same way we look at the practice of blood-letting practiced during George Washington’s day.’ ‘But medical science has made such advances in diagnosis and treatment. You read about it every day,’ Jerry objected. ‘In some areas yes. In others we are no better off than we were decades ago,’. "I tried to miss three, but..." They're too easy, aren't they?" My mom nodded. "Well, just remember, you're there to make friends and have fun, not learn anything." I know," I shrugged. "Hey ... Mom?" Hmmm? What is it dear?" She looked at me again."Uh, my penis it ... it kinda hurts." I blushed a little."Hurts?" She tilted her head. "What do you mean?" I mean, um, it was hard all morning and I don't know ... It's really annoying, but it happens all the time now." I bit my lip. "Is that okay? I. She said that at first it bothered her but that she got to where it filled her need to be fucked and she liked the extra cash. As I prodded her she explained how it worked and that her pimp took 75% of her earnings and that she got the rest. Usually she was a whore for wealth older men in the area and other places when she went on the road. They would contact the pimp and share what they wanted in a whore and then she would get a call to go and serve being told exactly how much to collect for.