Isliye unke hisse mai sirf dard hi aata hai, halanki yeh bhi sach hai ki ek baar jab ki ko gaand dene ki aadat pad jaye toh who bina diye nahi reh sak...i.use choot ke bajaye gaand hi bahne lagti hai.Par masla rinki ko raajji karne ka tha. mai janta tha ki agar mai usse pyar se kahuga toh ek baar woh mana nahi karegi par ek baar main kahan baat banne wali thi. Jab tak uski gaand ka ched poora rawa nahi ho jata tab tak use woh enjoy nahi kar payegi aur phir mai use majboor[ force ] bhi nahi karna. That was my first and last date with a woman.When I was in my mid-twenties, I finally screwed up my courage enough tovisit gay bars. Perhaps, I thought, I could find comfort in the arms ofanother man, even if my own body was wrong. I don't want to go intodetail about the half a dozen sexual encounters I had with men. Sufficeit to say it was not satisfying; that, and the fear of what discoverywould do to my career, caused me to shut away all dreams of intimacyforever.Everything changed the night. "The three of them burst into laughter so loud it had the staff checking on them.Philip "Fat Phillie" Philouma was, at 5'10" and 530 pounds, morbidly obese. He perpetually reeked of sweat as even in the coldest room he was bound to be sweating somewhere in his multitudinous rolls of flesh. His eyes were buried in his puffy face and they glittered maliciously in their little caves as he stared out at the world with greed and avarice. He had been a cruel and petty boy that grew into a cruel and. Not that she ever gave them any encouragement; she was polite and courteous but that seemed to be as far as it went. She was such a contrast to mum that it came as a bit of a surprise for me that they became firm friends very quickly.Whenever I was at home she would always go out of her way to be kind to me. I earned a little extra pocket money running errands for her; I did odd jobs around her house, even so far as doing her cleaning on more than one occasion. Other than mum, I don't think she.