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your erection lasts more than four hours, call Eric.’”
    “Very funny. And, why would Eric have such pills in his possession?”
    “My mature boyfriend sometimes needs assistance, so we keep a supply handy.”
    She fucking drugged me. She will be spanked.
    “Now, I have to sit around for another three hours wondering what to do with this.” I pinch the swollen helmet. “Lovely.”
    “You could hammer down loose floorboards. Pole vault? Ring toss? Masturbate?”
    “Right. I’m going to unload a batch, soak in the tub, and hope for the best.”
    “Need a hand?”
    “No, Eric, I don’t need a hand; I have two. Tell Bea to call me the minute she gets out of that meeting.”
    “Will do. Oh, and Mr. Silver?”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m pulling for you ... I mean with Ms. Plastique.”
    “Thank you, Eric.”
    Once home, I manage to pee through my turgidity without spraying the walls. I launch a quick batch. Still hard. I fill the tub and soak. My periscope points up at me, refusing to subside. She made me this way; it’s her duty to fix it.
    I dry off, dress, and drive to Bea’s office. I park in the rear, climb into the back, and lie down.
    Mormon Silver: I’m at your office, you naughty woman. Meet me out back when you’re done with your meeting.
    Bea Plastique: Why?
    Mormon Silver: You know why. Two hours now. I think I’m dying.
    Bea Plastique: Don’t be so hard on yourself. ;)
    Mormon Silver: Nice.
    Bea Plastique: Wood you like to see me or not?
    Mormon Silver: Oh, you’re a riot, Alice.
    Fifteen minutes later, I hear the clicking of her heals as she approaches my Jeep. I’m still full tilt. She peeks in the passenger window and giggles.
    “Oh, my.” She climbs in the passenger seat.
    “You created this beast, now you’re going to help me get rid of it. Get back here.”
    “My pleasure.”
    “Wait. First, open my glove compartment.”
    She does, and reacts like a kid opening a Christmas present as she pulls out my Fukuoku love glove.
    “What’s this and why is it here?”
    “That is a glove compartment, is it not?”
    “Good point.”
    “Bring it back here with you.”
    “Yes, Uncle M.”
    She crawls between the seats into the back and hands me the glove. She slides down her undies and opens my jeans.
    “Oh, my!” she remarks at my steel beam, which is beginning to turn as purple as Prince.
    I slide into the glove and turn it on low. She mounts me, reverse cowgirl style. God, what an ass on this woman! I reach around with my left hand and go to town on her clit as she lowers herself and grinds on my rod. She comes quickly when Uncle M wears the glove. I’m mostly numb, but enjoying it nonetheless. She fucks me so thoroughly that the thought of that other dick fades away ... for the time being.
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Be able to stick with a job until it is finished. Be able to bear an injustice without having to get even. Be able to carry money without spending it. Do your duty without being supervised. – Ann Landers
     
    After our backseat booty bouncing, I finally get a bit of bend in my bone.  She flips around to face me. Now, to other pressing matters.
    “How was your meeting with Grandma?”
    “Funny you should ask. There was a special guest appearance.”
    “Who? Kazuko?”
    “No, a big fan of yours who is becoming a festering boil on my rump.”
    “No!”
    “Yes. Chris.”
    “Oh, Mormon. I’m so sorry. Did he threaten you?”
    “Actually, he tried to bribe me.”
    “Ugh. That’s how he operates. When he can’t have his way he buys it.”
    “Yep. So, I’m five dollars richer and you’re about to marry into major douchebaggery.”
    “That’s not funny.”
    “He threw in a Ginsu.”
    “I’d like to throw a Ginsu at him. He has such nerve. What did he say?”
    “He insists this thing between us is a tryst, and you’ll return to him.”
    “No chance. You know this is real, my love,” she insists as she touches my cheek and stares into my eyes with clarity and