But they recovered fast. My dad shook his hand, and my mom actually hugged him. I expected them to do the 'what do you do for a living?' and 'aren't y...u a little old for Marcy?' thing, but they didn't."Ah, do you mind if I talk to Marcy for a minute?" No problem," my mother said graciously. We walked down the block a little. Toward Bevvie's house actually."Hey sweet star," he said sheepishly."Hey handsome." How you feeling today?"I smiled at him. I'm pretty sure my smile could provide mega-watt. You aren't supposed to even see me before the wedding, much less fuck my asshole." But mom....." I wailed, stroking my cock."Un..an...an...." she chided me."You can't fuck me but if you want, you can suck my asshole." "But you haven't been fucked by anybody." I whined again.Both the girls laughed."Your mom isn't your sex slave Larry. She says she wants you to suck her anus, so you do it. Or I'll do it." Heather said.I looked at her confused. As if to make a point, she got up and sat next to my. I was still me – well – the new me, not the old me. The relief that news brought me caused me to smile and the doctor must have thought I was responding to his telling me Rebecca managed to keep me from being brain damaged.Actually I was thrilled. Quite thrilled.I was thrilled to know I survived and my brain was Ok. My biggest thrill came from knowing that I was present in the version of my life that included Beth Ann. That brought the smile to my lips.The doctor was still talking. "You had a. Why are you standing in the sun?”I said ok and his head went inside again. I looked at the clock which was pointing at 12:50 pm. Still, more than half an hour was left. I cursed God and situation that how I will handle this jerk till then. After a minute’s pause, Puru asked, “What’s your name.” I said, “G…G…Geeta Singh Anant.”He asked, “What’s your age?” I said, “T…T…Twenty-one.” He asked, “Married?” On which I just nodded my head. He asked, “How much time before you got married?” I said, “One.