Dear Advice Giant 79

Dear Advice Giant,

Wow, your advice was right on! I’m the little cheese shop guy - the one with the huge crush on the giant gentleman whose enormous cock I glimpsed at the urinal. Maxwell came back the next day. “Got anything new today?,” he asked in that deep rumbly voice of his.

“We just got in a giant wheel of Jarlsberg,” I said, putting my hand on his arm in the friendly but appropriate way you suggested. “Some folks really love the big ones. I’m one of them,” I hinted.

Maxwell laughed his deep laugh. “Actually, I’ve got an intense craving for something small,” he said, putting his enormous hand over mine. “Small and rather delicate.” I distinctly felt a squeeze!

“Well, we have some wonderful baby Swiss,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart was pounding!