Chapter 12: Confession is Good for the Soul

Once again the working week dragged by as I waited, with barely contained anticipation, for another insane night of runaway sexuality with Louise and Don.

Louise and I talked about virtually nothing else at lunch for the entire week. She was almost as excited as I was by the prospect. "It's a helluva turn-on," she agreed. "I thought Don was gonna kill me, that night in bed, after we'd taken all those pictures."

"Well, I really meant it about taking a lot fewer shots this time," I reminded her. "But I've got some definite ideas for poses. They're gonna be hot ones!"

"You going to get Tad involved?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?" I said. "I think ol' Tad's gotten a little more comfortable about it, now that you and Don have seen his teeny-tiny little pecker and didn't laugh at him."

"Don't you ever talk that way, Cathy!" Louise said, suddenly sober. "Not even if you're just kidding."

"It's not the way I think of Tad," I protested. "It's the way he thinks of himself!"

"Now, listen, girl. Tad's not the only guy in the world who's got a small-dick hang-up. I've even known some guys who were pretty well-hung who had gotten the idea, somewhere, that they weren't big enough, and they were constantly doubting themselves because of it. The last thing you ever want to do is take any chance at all that Tad will think you feel that way!"

"Well, I don't feel that way! I think Tad's just -- fine."

"Listen, girl. Tad really is just fine. I mean, I saw it, and sure, he's a little below average, but I've seen smaller. And I've gotten off with guys who were smaller, too. One guy, anyway."

Louise's lecture wasn't over. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're better off with a guy like Tad who's nuts about you, then some big-dick, big-ego guy who thinks all he has to do is stick it in and stir and you'll go all ga-ga!"

"Tad's wonderful, it's true. He's all I need. Still, when I saw Don's erection that night, well, jeez, I had to think, you were one lucky little lady, to be able to ride on that thing!"

"I've had large, medium and small ones," Louise said, "and any size can be damned nice, if only the guy it's attached to knows what he's doing -- and if he cares about the person he's doing it with!"

"Yeah, but -- tell the truth, Louise. --Bigger really is better, isn't it?"

"If everything else is equal," she said, "if you've got a considerate lover with a big one and another considerate lover with a little one, they're both gonna get you to the Promised Land just fine."

"But... ?"

"But -- yeah, OK. The big ones really are a special treat. I can't deny it! Nobody else has ever gotten me off the way that Don does. No-body! I think that some of it is probably just my imagination running away with me. --You know, you kind of get off on just the -- the idea of hiding that big thing!"

It was Thursday afternoon when Louise and I discussed the upcoming Saturday night again. Appointments had slowed down to a crawl and the whole support staff of the office was just waiting for quitting time, virtually patient-free.

"Hey, Louise, do you have any explicit-sex shots of you and Don in his collection? Like the ones he took of Tad and me?"

"We've got a few, yeah. They're not as good, though, because Don set them up for automatic, with a hand-held remote to trigger the camera. So they're kind of wooden-looking. Not as well-composed as yours."