It would be easy to introduce something into the closed environment of a greenhouse for sure.Before I called it terrorism, I decided I needed to talk ...to a cop for advice. I only knew one I trusted. Special Agent Mission who had moved up since my days working for her. Mission was with the Federal Police of course as everyone else in law enforcement was in those days. She had moved up to what had once been the FBI headquarters in Washington DC.I had no idea how they assigned cases and that is. 'Wonderful,' Mary said obviously delighted with my reaction. She then gave me a very passionate kiss on my lips and we embraced.The girls all jump around me excitedly as Mary turns up her music and we dance to some girl band. I'm in heaven. I'm alight, buzzing. I didn't want to ride a bike. I want to flirt, to be wined and dinned, bought flowers and chocolates and even ... ravaged by some college hunk. My spiralling mind surprised me but was stopped short as I see Tina tidy up. She neatly bags. "Big cocks."I laughed. "What the fuck? Are you sure you're a virgin?" I am, and I prefer them bigger." You haven't even had one yet," I said. "Or was that handjob guy so big, you can't go back?" No, the handjob guy wasn't that big, which is why I'm not with him." So where does fetish come from? Too much porn?" Sort of. A very special porn video, actually. Amateur quality, guy's POV, but my favorite. The guy in it has a really nice big cock, and the girl, well, she was boring, pretending to be a. And the hammer that hit my Adam’s apple down into my chest. My anger failed me. My frustration and exasperation that I drew on to overcome the feeling failed me. I was at Lynn’s mercy. At the mercy of what we’d… felt. What we’d shared. What the truth was. Miki hardly said a word to me – she seemed to be ashamed of me as well – almost transitively. It was if she didn’t need to say anything. She saw my reaction, and it was as if I’d broken something at home when I was a kid, or killed my dad’s.