." There wasanother little tug and a plopping sound of something falling into water."Do you want them preserved or bronzed?" asked the doctor to my mo...her."Or the normal route of having them disposed of, as medical waste?"My mother replied, "No, just disposed of, please."The doctor nodded, smiling at her and me over the screen. "I'll send themfor screening, make sure there's nothing wrong in Tommi's genes andthey're be disposed of. I'm sure they will be fine as they seem healthy."I just. She’s around 36, married and stays in the same complex but different block. She was working in Admin. I gave her a soft smile and gave my intro. Her husband worked in Kothrud. She was gorgeous.With that gentle rain, her hair had become wet and her aroma was overpowering my senses. I wanted to give her a hug. She had features of 34-30-38. Big watermelons and fabulous ass to complement. Her best feature was her eyes and fair skin, free-flowing shoulder-length hair.We started talking and I asked. Krissy, who seemed to be the leader of this girl-clique, spoke most authoritatively, "What's your name, frosh?" Victor's my name and I have no idea what's going on. Why are you girls targeting us younger boys and taking our clothes?'"Victor is it?" quipped Krissy. "Victor, you're a loser. You lost dignity and honor by breaking the rules of White Wear Week." White Wear Week? What's that?" asked a panicking Victor as yet another girl was undoing the belt on his pants. "Wait! Stop! You can't take. .. You offer help, they say they’ll do something, they don’t, and then you’re visiting them in the hospital again, or visiting supervising their children in a police interview ... And people blame social services for doing a shitty job...” She pauses, shrugs, then continues... “So, it’s depressing – but ... I love it because – I DO help some. For every bad story there’s a good story...”We change angles, looking at her from slightly further away, reading her body language, clearly ‘enjoying’ the.