" And now they were in the doctor's office waiting for Bobby's name to be called. Bobby was really starting to get nervous. What if he had an incurabl... disease? What if he had testicular cancer? What if his dick was going to fall off? What if... "Bobby Smith please." Bobby and his mom walked back with the nurse. She showed him to the doctor's office and weighed him. She then said that the doctor would be there momentarily and that they should take a seat. Rachel noticed that Bobby was looking. They were soon inside the tower, with the doors closed behind them they mounted the stone steps slowly with no words spoken to the door of their bedchambers.Inside she closed the door, and locked the iron lock. She kept her back to Bartand, as she stared at the Oak door."Those marks, those scars... from your life as a sellsword?" She muttered.Bartand dropped his head."Yes, and as a Clan warrior."Pixie slowly breathed out, as her body shuddered. Bartand could not see her face, but watched as her. I headed for that direction through the front garden minding the rose bushes that his dad had planted. The balcony behind the house was made of tin and sound the rain dropping on them was sounding beautiful. To my disappointment the back door was also locked. There was small bathroom window few meters ahead which I knew connects the sitting room. I thought if I could climb up there and call her she might hear me. As I pulled myself to the window and moved the glass of venetian blind to call. 'I am a girl! I love it!'He felt the night air on his soft bare legs as he swirled about and hisskirts lifted. Flinging his head from side to side in dramatic abandon, hewaved his arms in slow, serpentine undulations and fluttered his small,delicate hands. He swiveled his hips to and fro in an exaggerated, highlyprovocative fashion, as he imagined some exotic dancer on stage would dofor her audience. The moon bathed him in its glow. He was both dancer andaudience, male and female. Dancing with.