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The first couple seconds of my message is laughter. Finally, I mutter something like "Oh jeez, Jamal, you e a character. Anyway, this is Natalie, the name you somehow managed to write sexo gay on your (I cough to let him fill in the blank). If the ink hasn faded yet, you have my cell phone number. If you don have it still, my number is 334-6751. Natalie." I feel relieved, and excited. Sept. 18 Jamal was overjoyed to hear from me. He apologizes profusely sexo gay that sexo gay he wasn around when I phoned him. I feel like being a bitch, so I tell him don ever let it happen again. I demand he comes over immediately because there are some things I want to sexo gay straighten out with him. Paul had left to put some of my stuff in the cleaners and run some other errands and I have the place to myself. We sit, and have coffee. He asks me why I phoned him. "Well, um, its about your dick," I say matter-of-factly. He shakes his head and laughs. "What?" I ask, annoyed he makes me feel a sexo gay little embarrassed for being so blunt. "You see, my fiancé and I are keeping sexo gay this journal about everything that happened at our bachelor party and our bachelorette party. Its kind of corny, but its just another way of celebrating our special event." I plop my sexy but down on the sofa, inviting Jamal to do the same, and I cross the stocking-covered legs that turned Jamals dick into a baseball bat the first time he saw them. I do it this time with slow emphasis, teasing sexo gay him. "Well, we want to be totally honest with each other. I want to be able to tell him every detail about the night - who was there, how many people, how many strippers, how many...inches."

"What was that last one?" he asks. I get up, out of nervousness. "I want to measure your penis, if you don mind," I say, almost unable to believe that I said that to a man. It is impossible for a black man to blush, but I could feel he was embarrassed, and at the same time delighted. "Um, okay," he said. "Okay? You e cool with sexo gay that?" I ask, relieved. He is even more excited now, and nods repeatedly that it is perfectly okay with him if sexo gay I measure his dork. "Phewww, thats a sexo gay relief," I say, at ease now that I got my wish. "You don understand - I bragged sexo gay to all of the girls at work that sexo gay the sexo gay stripper my friends got me was, as they say, hung sexo gay like a horse, and I want to be able to tell them exactly how big it is sexo gay." "I thought this was about your fiancé?" he said, starting sexo gay to undress. "Oh yeah, him too," I reply, almost forgetting. "And you don mind if I take a few pictures of it do you? Jeez, that would be great." He is excited about being naked in front of me again, so excited that he starts with the best part. He pulls his pants and underwear down before he even takes off his shirt. His huge dong comes into view, settling any question in my mind sexo gay that what I saw that night was the product of a drunken imagination. I stare openly sexo gay at his crotch. "Big floppy donkey dick," I mutter aloud, being playful. He shakes his hips from side to side, making it flop around again. My favorite part. I get lost in a trance for a moment watching his pork sword swing to and fro that I forget why he hauled it out in the first place. "Um, you gotta ruler?" he asks. "Fuck, oh right, the measuring," I said, snapping out of sexo gay it. "Shit. I need you to run to the home depot. They should have rulers, right?" I keep staring at his schlong. I can see any expression on his face at this point because I am so entranced. "Yeah, they should. Wheres it at?" he asks. I give him directions to the store and send him out sexo gay to fetch a ruler, or a yardstick if need be. When he returns, I scold Jamal. "What took you so long?" I ask in a bitchy tone.