”“Would you have lunch with me?” My head snapped up and my pale green eyes were met by his dark blue ones.“I can’t today, maybe later in the... week,” I said feeling slightly flustered“I won’t stop asking,” he said still staring at me, “if you have any additional issues or need me for anything you know where to find me,” and he turned and walked out of my office.I felt strange after he left. There was something about his calm confidence that made me want to know more about him, but he was my. It was thatclose. I told her that it was a one off thing and Iconfessed to her that I used to do it as a kid and itwas a curiosity thing. Which in a way was true. Andno, I wasn’t gay, which again, basically was true. Andthat just about got us through it. She told me thatshe could never cope with me if I was someone whodressed up like that. She told me very clearly thatthe reason she was with me was because I was a realman and that is what turned her on.The next few months were quite. If you hadn’t had your nuts cut off you’d know what it’s like.’ I closed and locked the door behind me and the cab drove me to her flat. The entryphone buzzed and I took the lift to her floor, the twelfth. The door of her flat was opena dn a smell of something garlicky emanated from within. I went in, closed her front door and walked through to the kitchen. A glass of red wine was waiting for me on the side and she turned from her hob to smile at me. ‘Love the trousers! I must pay you too. It sounded now like, well somebody having sex.She finished her tea and went up the stairs. As she approached the landing, she could see Martin's door was not closed. That's why it sounded so loud. For some unexplainable reason, she found her self holding her breath and tiptoeing across the landing to his door. She peeped round the door and was shocked to see Martin watching a porn movie on his computer. He was sat, naked in his chair, masturbating the largest penis she, in her limited.