“Wendy, you’re not leaving me.”“I’m only taking a shower silly, my flight doesn’t leave until 3 pm.”“I’ll take a shower with you.”...��Ok baby, what’s wrong?”“Nothing, everything, I’m a mess.”We showered and John washed my body and my hair. He kissed me gently, so lovingly.“Wendy, you can’t leave me,” he said as we toweled off.In my head, I was kinda freaking out, but I held it together.“Let’s get room service, get you some coffee and we’ll talk about what’s next, ok?”As I ordered room service,. Fir maine use ankh mar di .to wo khus hui aur has ke.Mere taraf dekhne lagi main samajh gaya ki line clear hai .ye to pat gai samjho.pure raste hum ghar tak aa gaye .maine usse signal se uska number manga to wo ek page pe apna number likh kar piche seat pe rahk dia .fir hum gahr aa gaye .aur usne mujhe has kar bye kaha .aur apnee papa ke sath chali gai.fir evening me maine usse phone kia. Usne mere phone ka reply dia aur hamari bate suru ho gai. thode hi tym me hum ache frnd ban gaye .hum milne. I guess it’s because she’s waiting to get it on later in bed with Daddy. Gee, I never thought to ask. Another thing about my butt that they both like is that sometimes we play this game that I haven’t given a name to yet. I’m like sitting in my bedroom working on homework when one of them will come in. He or she will say something like are you doing okay on your homework (meaning am I almost done…), or wanta have some backdoor fun (meaning can they play with my butt). Most always I say yes. I stood back for a few minutes, watching him interact with these women,his head held high in his magnificent perm, with his chest, formed byhis sexy bra, provocatively jutting out with a pride that was evident toall and especially to me. I had never seen that look of pride andhappiness on my son before.I had also not seen a hair "Do" on my son such as I now tried tocomprehend. My attempts at setting Jim's hair were pathetic compared towhat this Perm and these professionals had done to him. I.