“You don’t sound much like a Fred!” I stated.“It’s actually Freda, after my granddad Fred. But Fred sounds better ... just.” She laughed.W...e talked a bit more and I learned that Nadine had taken a taxi to hospital – they’d both been drinking so no driving. I also thought that could have been a factor in her cutting herself.I also learned that she’d gone to North Staffs. Infirmary in Stoke, which was where our A & E department was situated. It is also only half a mile from where I lived.To show. The only difference is that I felt women would only show their butthole to men that REALLY deserved to look at it. I know that probably sounds silly but that is what I used to think. I felt like women’s pussies, assholes and tits were great secrets that boys like me were not supposed to be permitted to look at.I considered a pussy a sacred treasure of endless delights and mysteries between every woman’s legs and mostly unattainable. It was so surreal to hear someone had mistreated a pussy and. What was the difference, anyway? Personally, he liked them meatier, but there was no doubt they were lookers.From what Viktor had said, the client had wanted them to be snatched at school and brought back. That was ridiculous, and Nikolai would have walked away from even the handsome payoff being offered rather than risk all of those complications.Viktor had made a point that the one kid, the football player, was into martial arts. Shit, it seemed like every other kid nowadays was doing Tae. What was I supposed to do?" He said, "Well then why are you still holding my dick?" I was. I was still holding it. To be honest, I couldnt let it go. I was fascinated! It was so heavy and thick. I had never in a million years thought I'd be on my knees in a shower, holding a massive black cock in my hand. But here I was. "So?" He said. "You going to let it go and get up or you gonna soap it up for me? It has to be washed." What was I doing? I just sat there staring at this thing. Admiring it.