I was just finishingthe story when an Indian man wearing a white lab coat came in."Hello I will be doing your surgery." he said quickly as he looked...me upand down. Then grabbing my shoulders he turned me slowly examining me. "Ithink you will look wonderful when we are done. The nurses will be heresoon to prepare you. This will take a few hours then in the morning youshould be well enough to go home".He left and a few minutes later two beautiful nurses came in. They smiledat me and had me. TWO WEEKS EARLIERMy name is Barry. I am 18 years old. I am an only child of a single mother with two younger sisters and an aunt (my mom's older sister) who lives with us. I am 5' 10; weigh about 143 pounds, and my body frame could be a dictionary illustration for the word scrawny. I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, glasses that correct my 20/400 vision, and a pale complexion, with freckles.If a movie director called Central Casting and asked for the average white American male, they'd send. She figured she was pregnant with the boy next door; that would explain their strange behaviour that night.“Sis I have to come straight to the point; your husband is not who he says he is”. “WHAT” accompanied with a look of amazement was all she could muster in reply to a bolt from the blue like that. “He is a psychotic” she carried on as assuredly as she could being the bearer of news like this. “What the fuck, where did you get this shit information” she was teetering on a tornado. It took. The game became secondary once the crowds started to roll in.I introduced Paul to a couple of the people I knew who were on their own missions for the night.We heard from a couple of folk that a new club had opened last week and it was pretty decent. So we decided to hit a few more bars and then head along to see what was going on.And the drinks flowed.I thought I was in with a cute college girl until her ugly friend dragged her away in a cloud of huffiness.Around 10pm we moved on to Sypher. It.