My father-in-law wore his dhoti and kurta.He looked at me admiringly in the darkness, for a long time. I bashfully stood before him. Both of us were f...eling shy at what had happened between us. I understood that he was feeling guilty now on what he had done to me. After all, I was his daughter-in-law! His own son's wife. I wanted him to be happy. Not to feel guilty. We stood in silence looking at each other, not knowing what to do, or say. Though he was ready to leave, he was very reluctant to. It was a real blessing when the owner allowed the change over to the oil furnaces.Gina had been acting strange ever since her little trip down to Florida to visit her cousin Flo. He had never liked Flo after she made such a big deal out of his coming in her mouth after he promised he wouldn't. It seemed like common sense for all broads to understand when a guy says that, it is only because they don't want the female on her knees to stop what she is doing for any reason.Pretty Flo's mouth was. My doctors told me that I would not likely live more than 6 months. Hard news at any age. At 17, it's devastating. I cried. More than I would like to admit.My biggest issue, and not surprising considering my age, was that I was probably going to die a virgin. I would lay awake and question God into the middle of the night. Asking those same old self-pity questions. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Etc.It was a night about 3 months later that she came. Wrapped as I was in my cocoon of. These days itseems as if girls all want to look like boys, even at parties when theyshould be dressed up in fancy dresses.Karol leaned over to me and whispered to me, "Do you remember our tenthbirthday party?"It took me a few seconds to remember what she was talking about. Our birthdays are no more than a week apart and for as long as I couldremember we celebrated them together at one house or another. Since wewere eight and my mother started letting me dress as.