Or udhar khan chacha nay apnay haatho main didi ki kamar ko pakar liya un kay haath kafie baray baray thay jo didi ki patli se kamar pore un kay haath... main a gaye thi ,or phir khan chacha slow slow didi kay pechay hilna suru ho gay or didi be thor thor hilte or bolti .. aaahhh … ammii … ohhh ammiiii … uhhhhh ….Main mar gaye … oh plzzz ruko … bus bus .. aahhhh …or nahi lay sakte ….or didi phir apna haath pechay ko lay gaye tab khan chacha bolay acha es say zayda nahi karta … abhi to half be. Some of it was in what looked like some kind of code that had developed into what she had seen in a lab, several years ago."Sir, can I ask where you got this from? It's very important to me," Jen stated."It is? Well let me think," William had watched the girl with the book. With what he knew of its history, he knew it could be a lot of trouble if the wrong people knew he had it. "You know I'm not really sure when it came to me. It was many years ago, most likely again before you were even a. ”She had stopped crying and explained obviously quoting the doctor. “It means genetically I have an XY chromosome like you so I am male. But due to a genetic defect my body didn’t respond to the testosterone that would make me look male.”Talk about needing time to process! If my mom wasn’t acting so weird and Pat wasn’t crying real tears then I would have thought she was playing a joke on me. We had studied about the XY and YY thing in school and I thought I understood it but now she was. She carried the bowl over and wet a facecloth, and stood by my bed with the dirtiest smile I ever seen. I pulled the sheets off me and sat up. She said to lay back, so I laid back down, and she washed my legs and arms. She dried them then raised the bed a foot or two, she had that grin again and said " I sure don't want to get my blouse all wet and my hands are all soapy". I took the hint and reached up" allow me " I whispered, and unbuttoned her uniform top. She started to turn red and her.