Or is he?WOMEN'S TEAM LOCKERSI paused at the sign marking the entryway to the locker room and took adeep breath to gather my courage. As usual, Coach ...ad left the doorunlocked for me and arranged things so I'd be alone this time of day,but even knowing that, it was still hard not to be a little skittish. Ipoked my head around the corner and took a surreptitious look around.Sure enough, it was empty, just like always. I let myself exhale andducked inside.I crossed the room toward the locker I'd. .. Maybe it's just my period.. I'm a bit too emotional now.... but,... can I rely on you..? Can I use you when ever I want..? When I feel like a slut, I want to get used.. "I felt a little more comfortable... "We'll work on your husband, he has to grow closer to you.., but... you have to open up yourself to him too... Remember when I first met your inner slut...? You were forced in a way.... You didn't have a choice... To open up to your husband will be your own choice.... Promise me you will. I was 16, studying in a town near Bangalore. My dad used to work at Hyderabad. We had (still have) Shops there. My mom was a teacher in our school who loved her profession so much that she didn’t agree to quit her job. So, with mutual understanding, dad was there with his parents and mom was here with me. I had written 10th class exams and I had holidays of 3 months before joining college. Dad called us there, and my uncle (my dad’s younger brother) was to come here from Hyderabad to take us. ”During the eyes, ears and throat examination Leslie was pleased that Tyler seemed to settle down a bit. When she initially had him turn his head to look in his ear she could feel him vibrating like a tuning fork through the scope. By the time she put the visual aid back on the counter and discarded the tip his shaking was down to a light shiver.She moved the stethoscope over the pubescent chest noting that his nipples were as tight and hard as pebbles. She did wonder if it was for the same.