…An extremely well endowed woman approaching us. She had beautiful, long blonde hair with very ample breasts.
I guessed that they were bigger than both Karyn’s and mine. What we really noticed, however, was the size of
her penis. It was absolutely massive, perhaps twice as big as ours.
I didn’t recognize this woman, who also had a purse slung over her shoulder. I quickly surmised that if I
didn’t recognize her this must be someone we knew as a male. As quietly as I could I said, “I wish Karyn and
I knew the name of this person as well as who she was before everything changed.”
I felt like I was hit by an unseen force. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Karyn react the same way. I
almost laughed when I suddenly knew who the woman was. Her name was Christina Rigsby. She had been Chris
Rigsby. Chris Rigsby was someone from our high school class that neither Karyn nor myself particularly liked.
He was the quarterback of the football team and, therefore, leader of the jock clique. I wasn’t an athlete
and Karyn wasn’t a cheerleader, so we didn’t exactly travel in the same social circles. This, I thought as
Christina drew nearer, would be interesting.
“Oh, my god,” Karyn whispered to me. “I can’t believe this.”
“Me neither,” I agreed.
Christina reached us and said, “Look at you two! Gosh, how long has it been?”
“Uh, awhile,” I said.
“Yea, yea it has,” Christina agreed. “How are you two?”
“I’m good,” I said.
“Same here,” Karyn agreed. “How have you been?”
Christina frowned a little. “Uh, to be honest, could be better,” she lamented. “Poor Brianna, she lost one
of her grandmothers last week.”
This time I didn’t have a chance to make a wish for knowledge. But I didn’t know of anyone named Brianna.
Christina mentioned her name with a strong sense of familiarity, as if Karyn and I also knew Brianna. It
occurred to me that Brianna might be who we knew as Brian Wright, who was another jock back in high school.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Karyn said.
“Yea,” Christina said. “She was a great person.” Christina reached into her purse and took out a photograph.
She showed it to us and said “This was all three of us just last year, celebrating her 90th.”
I was shocked. Not by seeing another person I knew as male to be a beautiful woman with a penis, but by the
appearance of the grandmother. Christina said she turned 90. The woman we saw didn’t appear any older than
early 50’s. Not only that, but she was still quite good looking herself.
“How’d she go?” Karyn asked.
Christina shrugged. “Just her time, I guess,” she answered. “She had such a full life, did so many things.
I’m just glad she got to see our wedding.”
“I’m very sorry,” I said.
“Oh, thanks,” she said as she gave each of us a quick hug. I was taken aback, of course, but acted naturally
and hugged her back. I was also sorry to have upset her. “So Brianna and her family went out to California.
Her grandmother wanted to have her ashes scattered in the ocean. I couldn’t go because of my job, which has
been really upsetting. Thankfully Brianna will be home tomorrow. Good thing, because it’s been hard without
her.” She glanced at her penis as she said that.
“Oh,” I said. I wanted to get some information but I didn’t want to sound like an idiot. I was going to have
to risk that. “So you haven’t…had sex in awhile?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ve had to keep putting it off. I almost went to one of the sex houses, but I know
Brianna is having to keep her urges at bay, so I have to do the same,” she explained. She looked at her watch
and said, “Oh, shoot, I’m running out of time. It was really great seeing you guys.”
“Yea, you too,” I said.
“Give us a call or email or text some time,” she said. “I’d love for all of us to get together.”
“Sure,” I said. “That sounds great.”
“Bye,” she said. She waved and headed off in her original direction. Karyn and I lingered for a moment
before we resumed our course.