She pushed past me, saying, "Hey, stop that. He's my brother. He wasn't hurting me." I stared at her. Like hell he wasn't hurting her, nobody goes awa...y like that just for fun. And this was her brother? Oh. My. God. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.The janitor, a big black man whom I would've been scared of in other circumstances, was my hero at this point. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl. "This pathetic piece of human excrement is your brother?" It wasn't what he said, but the tone. And then she broke yet more precedent by wanting to marry a mere low-life. But worst of all was for her to have subsequently made such a fuck-up of the whole affair...It left a very unpleasant taste in the Right Honourable gentleman's mouth. He grimaced as he regarded the images displayed on his library computer screen."Excuse me, my lord," said the butler who had discreetly slipped into the room. "Sir Eric Esterhazy is waiting to see you." Is he, Edwards?" said the lord. He hurriedly shut down. I looked down to admire my impressive hardon. Regardless of my asian background, I'm proud to have a decent 7". I went back to shampooing my hairwhen I heard the lockerroom door open. I stopped lathering my hair to listen. It was hard to make out anything over the sound of the shower running. I still had my eyes closed because of the shampoo when I heard the footsteps. I listened intently, forgetting to wash the shampoo out of my face. The steps got closer until they stopped in front of. It didn’t seem he was seein’ any of this, and I didn’t really expect him to do anything about it—I was mostly just glad he wasn’t mixin’ in with it. I hit about half way up the stairs as Cleo was coming back with the empty fork lift from the back of the hangar. I held my breath as I saw her bearin’ that fork lift right for the bunch of guys—and at dangerously high speed. I was frozen. I couldn’t have raised anyone from the office in time even if I’d kept runnin’ up those stairs. Guys scattered.