Flaxen blond, Brad, went into a world wide message centre to send a message to his Mother. At eighteen, it was his first time overseas, it was his first time away from his family.
When the man told him it would cost $300.00, Brad sounded dejected. "But I don't have enough money."
"Oh," said the man, in sympathy.
"But I'd do ANYTHING to get a message to my mother," said Brad.
The man arched an eyebrow. "Anything?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, anything," Brad promised.
"Well then, just follow me," said the man, as he walked towards the next room.
Brad did as he was told and followed the man.
"Come in and close the door," the man said.
He then said, "Now get on your knees." Brad got on his knees, dutifully. "Now take down my zipper."
Brad undid the old man's fly.
"Now go ahead... Take it out..." the man said.
Brad reached in and grabbed it with both hands... then paused.
The man closed his eyes and whispered, "Well... go on." A small amount of saliva escaped from the left hand side of the man's mouth. His knuckles sprouted hair.
Brad slowly brought his mouth closer to it, and while holding it close to his lips, tentatively said, "Hello, mum, can you hear me?"
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