After finishing dinner we all occupied their birth. Bhabhi got lower birth, bhaiya got upper and my sheet was front middle. So I can easily see Bhabhi...from my birth. At 12 AM, when I saw toward Bhabhi, Bhabhi was busy in playing game in mobile, I message her and asked for meeting in bathroom. Bhabhi said ok!After 10 minutes she will come. I went in bathroom and locked the door. 10 minutes looks like 10 hours, I was rubbing my penis and remembering the golden moment which I have spent with. I’ll have to get back to you on the brand of yoghurt. Bloody hell, how is this thing almost four hundred pages by now? In real life I don’t say very much during the day. About 7000 words, the average for men. That’s compared to around 20,000 for women. Yes, I’d say 7000 is fair. But when I sit down at the end of the day for this journal, suddenly I fall victim to bouts of sesquipedalian loquaciousness like you would not fucking believe!It’s just that ... So much SHIT HAPPENS. I’m powerless. Or maybe not. Maybe I could take advantage of his embarrassment to help me out again.“Hey!” Michelle had flicked cold water across me. I guess she had been talking to me for a bit.“Wow, you were out of it. What were you thinking so hard about?”I blushed and stammered, “Nothing!”She tried to gauge where I was gazing and thankfully thought I was staring a group of guys further up the beach. “Ohhh. I see. Well, enjoy the view!”She ran off, anxious to be back to what she was doing. I noticed there. When I went back into the living room, after my lunch, I saw the medical supplies greenie had provided and damned if the picture didn't make me laugh. Right there on one end of the couch was a big black doctor's bag, just like they used to use. I looked inside it and it seemed to be chock full of crap, most of it didn't ring any bells with me.Picking up the bag, I headed back to my bedroom and damned if I didn't see another door in the hall. I pushed my way in and found my hospital room. It was.