It seemed the only students who were around most weekends were students who lived too far away to go home most weekends. Being on a varsity sports tea... I couldn't go home most fall weekends because we either had required practices or weekend games. One very warm October Saturday we had a scheduled soccer practice. After showering up, I went back to my dorm room to settle in and catch up on some of my school work. It was really warm that afternoon and I laid on my bed in just cut off shorts and. 1 ha ma sports loving person hu ma basketball khelta hu meri athletic body ha. Ya meri first story ha. Ma saharanpur ma retha hu. Ma iss ka regular reader hu. Ma iss ki story sa inspire be hua par jyada tar story muje bakwas lagti ha. Ya jyada tar story imagination ha ya ek dusre ki padhke likhi ha jise (ya log story padheta ha or jo inhe pasand ati ha ushe ya thoda sa change karke apni story likh deta ha .Ya log sochta ha ki koi ladi ya story padhke inhe mail karegi or inki lottery lag jai gi. Everything.Once being Alexander Summers.No, not 'Once'.AM!Yes...yes!I'm back -- totally!God!The last hard thing I -- Alex -- remembered from totally being Alex waslying tiny on Marilyn's bed, raptly gazing a mirror at an adorable creamywhite little girl in a pink top and blue shorts and frilly pink socks andblue sneakers, her snapping blonde curls draped her pillow like a goldenhalo and framing a rosy pudgy-cheeked face with huge sleepy blue eyes andlong pale lashes held rapt by mommy's soft. ”“Oh, I'm not paying,” I said. “Where's my brother?”An angry flicker shot across Asuka's face. For a moment, I thought she was going to lash out, but then she swallowed and said, “I'm sorry, everyone has to pay, and I do not know who your brother is.”“He's James,” I answered non-nonchalantly. “He's the guy who drew you into existence.”Asuka blinked her blue eyes then she smiled, “Oh, you're Sam, right?”“Well, I don't have Becky's big tits,” I said, winking at her. I thrust out my chest, my gray.