“Look at that long schlong,” whispered Lauren wistfully two days ago as I was coming out of the shower. I hugged her: “If you wish, I will come back tomorrow.” She was eager to see me as soon as possible after my meeting in Reading, and I obliged her. “You did not get your pork,” she said sweetly just before we got out of bed this morning. I patted her bare bottom without a word. As soon as we drop off Maya at her school, I will be going to spend the rest of the morning with Lesley. I will get my pork all right, but Lauren will have to wait for hers a while longer.