Rahul itna aage bad jayega aur aise daring harkat dekhayega yeh Manali ki soch se pare thi (beyond her thinking level).Manali ghabrate hue kaha, “Wh...t are you doing Rahul? Don’t you have some sense. Do you forget that Ajit is sleeping next to me?”Rahul: Don’t worry, maine uske juice mein sleeping pil mila kar usse khila diya tha. Aab woh seedha subha hi uthega. Abhi uth jane ka koi chance hi nahi hai.Yeh sab keh ke Rahul besharmo ki tarah hass (smiling) raha tha. Par Manali iss cheez ko uss. Your aloofness and impersonal behaviour made her resent you even more. The brutality of your words nearly broke her. Yet, when she lay in the clinics, she had sufficient time to realise what you tried to achieve. Your crass act on your excursion stumped her even more. It was a violation bordering on rape, but again you surprised her with what she called your 'professionalism'. At the same time, she was wondering why she followed your instructions so meekly."There you have it, Berthold. I don't. " Well, I can't carry my big suitcase anymore. That's weird. I'm weakerthan I was. By a lot. I have new societal norms to live up to likewearing a top to a bathing suit, shaving my legs and armpits. I lost allmy favorite clothes, well most of them, because they don't fit anymore orjust don't look good on me. I can't pee in an ally anymore, I don't know,I just lost lots of guy stuff. Not all of it matters, but when you'reused to something...I guess it's just hard." And what do you think. When I lay in my bed and wanked over the thoughts of my sister's tits and kisses later that night I found myself looking forwards to our date on Saturday.Nothing different happened the following weeks. All I was allowed to was to feel her up outside her shirt and kiss her but that was plenty for me and I loved what I was allowed.That Christmas I got a new thing as a present. A computer! A Commodore 64 with a printer. It couldn't do much. I could play text-adventure-games on it but they were.