There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He jus... had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become brighter and better. We had been together for about 2 years before I found out, dating ever since we left school at 18. We were so in love, everyone of my friends was jealous that their boyfriend didn’t look at them, the way John looked at me. We planned to be together forever, him. She was wearing local type of dress from which her cleavages were looking sexy. My tool has already started striking on my under ware. My God I wonder what a lady and I immediately started making plans to fuck her. I kept my bag and started changing. As the hut was small she was also in it but had her back towards me. From the back she looked stunning. I put a Lungi and a T shirt . When I entered the hut she saw me looking at her boobs but did not say anything .It was very hot so after half an. She pulled back, "Please don't." She shyly said, "I don't want you to see that."I looked into her tear-filling eyes and then she looked down, "It's alright," I said, "There's nothing wrong, it's a part of you, but it makes you what you are!" She raised her eyes again, looking for something? Fear? Or loathing? But finding none, she gave a wane smile and relaxed again.My hands reached down again and removed her panties, she moved her hand to cover her scar, I grabbed hold of it, and as she looked. I raised my eyes heavenward, but saw only fog."I'm Ellen," I said, "and this is...?"I raised an eyebrow at the boy."He can't see me," he shrugged, apologetically."He can't see you?" I felt betrayed. It seemed that my companion, uponwhom half of the scrutiny of the law ought to have been focused, wasdeserting me in my time of need."Are you just a fucking figment of my imagination? Shit!" I exclaimed."Well I was real," the boy said. "Honestly, I was. But I died."At the same time, the policeman.