Even when its only me doing the stroking) and noticed the door to the hall was cracked open and horrors there was some one there I realized it was too...short to be Mac it must be Shez and she's watching me and she's not going away either so she must be enjoying it "happy fuking birthday Simon" I thought you can give her a show "shit Ive been moaning her name as well has she heard"? I thought to myself then hard on the heels of that "fuckit too late to worry about that I hope she has". I was. He was further upset when he noticed his penis and testicles,they had become wrinkled and much smaller, he remembered what the womanhad said about them being less of a problem in his panties on Monday.When he arrived in the kitchen it was his mother's turn to burst intotears, it was the first time she'd seen him and was devastated at thechanges in him."I'm sorry Janet, I didn't think he'd go this far." My name's James or Jimmy, I'm not Janet," he told her."I'm afraid your father's already told. The lady anaesthetist was at his head, next to the anaesthetic machine with reserve cylinders and a pipeline feed of oxygen and nitrous oxide fed in from outside. There were no glass vaporisers. Instead there were shiny chrome vaporisers with names like Isoflurane and Sevoflurane engraved on them. The anaesthetist went through the check list one more time. Simon was asked his name and date of birth which she checked off against his wrist bands. “No dentures, crowns or caps?” Simon again. With tea cup in my hand, I entered Baba’s room. He was quietly sitting in his chair. As soon as he saw me I could feel his face turning red. He immediately started looking downwards to avoid eye contact with me.“Baba tea,” I said gathering some courage and putting the cup on the bedside table.He didn’t say anything but kept looking down. I no longer could withstand his silence. It was killing me. This has to end right here and right now, I told myself.I moved closer to him, sat on my knees in.