Me us waqt tak Virgin tha tu thora ghabra gia ke abb kia ho ga phir bhi himmat ker ke me ne likha ke “ager milna he tu batao kab milna he mujhe bhi ...pp ki ankhon ko kareeb se dikhna he app ki awaaz sunni he aur app ko mehsuus kerna he” ye jab us ne perha tu us ki shakal pe smile a gai aur wo thora sa sharmaii aur mere taraf dekha aur phir likha ” ajj mere Jane ka time hone wala he ammi bhi he tu kal me akele Aoo gi tu kal aajana” ye perh ke Hum bus aik doosre koo dekhte rahe aur hamari aag aik. It wouldn't be so hard to be her, from that point of view.I thought about what being a girl really meant. I mean, I thought about growing up and having to like boys and? etc. That thought pretty much disgusted me. I mean, I was just an eleven-year-old boy and hadn't really gone through puberty yet, but I was slowly starting to take interest in girls, and the thought of being romantically involved with other boys was purely revolting to me. But on the other hand, I was so miserable at the moment. She was quite used to calling her by her first name. Rachel did as well. It sort of set her apart from Rachel’s Mum who was always Mrs W. Emily scrunched up her face and asked, “When will Ann be back?” Helen was surprised that Emily seemed to accept she should be spanked. However now she had she continued, “Well although Mrs W spanked me I think as I am the one who was wronged I should be the one to spank you.” Emily swallowed uncomfortably as she replied. “But you are only. I felt fucking crap then. Of course he wouldn’t want to talk about his child to some cheap slapper who’d blagged him into fucking her in the arse. The HOG got out his wallet and opened it to show me a picture of a freckle-faced boy with a toothy grin. The kid had his eyes. That kind of hit me in the gut somehow. I never cried to talk about my shite life or hear about his dead marriage but the tears spilled over when I saw the kid had his eyes. The HOG put his wallet away and I sniffled up my.