Raquan

I am in some sort of cafe/bar environment. I am in a quandary over what to buy for my lunch. There is a lady with a baby sitting nearby. I end up with an uninspired ham and lettuce open sandwich. My old neighbour Gee EmmCeeEmm offers me half of her unfinished sandwich. I just know it's tuna (on her breath?) and refuse-

I am waiting in line to pay. For some reason the lady with the baby (though without it now) is reclining behind the counter. She is dark and somehow sultry, dressed in black with a firm figure and strong features. Whatever she is doing her black suit jacket is open enough to expose her shadowy cleavage, her lemon shaped breasts – I can spy a nipple! - hanging loose in an ill-fitting top/shift. Is she about to feed the absent child? I try (not) to look yet study in fascination as I pay £20 for my lunch. The lady sits with her legs spread showing black tights up to deep blue panties that are stretched, to my disbelief, wide. I pay, puzzled at the price, and hunt for a bathroom-

I am holding my huge disembodied p*nis, ruddy as if of clay, in my right hand. I hold it against my smooth groin and check that it is as long as my left forearm-