Kuch hee deeno mein hum log kafi ek dusrey sey ghul mil gayee. Ek din unkey kamar mey chot lag gaya. Wo dard sey pareshan thi. Mein night mey karib 10...30 bajey aaya. Bacheey sarey bhuk sey paresan thee. Mein bahar sey kahana laker dey diya. Bacheey kha kar so gayee. Mein poocha aapko jayada chot lagi hai kya. Boli haan dard bardast nahi ho rah hai. Dawa lagaya to boli nahi. Mein bola aap pet key bal let jayee Iodex laga deta hun. Wo boli nahi rahney do thik ho jayega. Phir mein bola aisa thorey. My face ached, but I couldn't help it. I brushed myhair out of my face. Wait. I had hair hanging down onto my face. When Iwent into the surgery, I had a flat top. I practically lept out of thebed...Well, ok...I painstakingly got up, but the enthusiasm saidleaping. On wobbly legs, I walked over to the mirror, with nurse Zo? guiding me.My reflection in the mirror almost made me faint. I was only wearing atiny pair of boy shorts. I stood open mouth, staring at myself."You look fantastic," she. We've never messed around, at all, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't, and I sure have thought about it. She's a beautiful girl, and I've beat off more than once thinking about her. She's fairly modest around the house, but there've been several times lately I've seen her walking to her room from the bathroom after she's showered, wearing nothing but a towel. A couple of times I swear she was showing more than normal, and one time, just last week, she stopped in my room and talked a while. ‘You always wear me out.’ ‘I wear you out,’ he chuckled, ‘Silly girl.’ ‘Girl!?’ He kissed her, mostly to shut her up, but still it was tender. In a soft voice he said, ‘You wear me out and I like it.’ He grabbed her hand and they wobbled down the stairs together, down the hall, through the dining room, and to the kitchen. He made tea and she grabbed the glasses out of the cabinet. She smiled at him and he poured the tea. They sat in the living room for a second. He sat his glass down and laid.