Maine sab dekha hai.Me- kya dekh liya?Bhabhi- wahi jo ek lakda ek ladki ke baare me soch kar karta hai.Me- maine kuch nhi kiya. Aap galat samajh rhi h...i.Bhabhi- jyada hoshiyaar mat bano. Sach sach batao baat kya hai?Me (darte hue aur thodi himmat karke) – bhabhi aap mujhe bahut sundar lgti hai aur mai sirf aapke baare me sochta rehta hu.Bhabhi- abhi ye sirf tumahari problem nahi, ye har ek virgin ki problem hai jo sirf sex ke baare me hi sochta rehta hai.Mai ye sunkar thoda darr par bhabhi ne. The questions put by the kid must have been good for her to draw out Alec Brimlow like this. Jesus a Bulldog got through his defenses fifteen years ago and crushed one of Alec’s testicles. Stanley knew Alec well and often had a pint with him at the rugby club but had never known his beer-drinking pal had lost a nut to the surgeon’s knife. Well probably it was not something for a man to man conversation. Hmmm that little bit would have to be referred to the editor. He looked up and the girls. Carroll could be your teenage twin."I guess we live! I was frightened Joe would lose it. I still haven't told him everything yet. Maybe I should call that mortuary?"Carroll, why? And with Alex?" Joe asked softly.Carroll almost lost it and was near to crying as she explained to her father what she told me. I had to interject things as she told her story.I saw Joe's face soften from the hardness it had when he entered the kitchen. I saw the concern and the tears when Carroll stressed the word. "So do you. Your hair's still damp." Yeah, I kind of dawdled in the shower. Here, let me take that," I reached out for the bag and she handed it to me. It was bigger than I'd expected, and seemed full."This all needs to go to the kitchen. Do you have ice? This would work best with crushed ice." I do, but we'll have to crush it in the blender." I walked toward the kitchen, looking back to make sure she was following. I set the bag on the breakfast bar and turned back to her. She didn't stop, but.