So when I went inside your bathroom, I took your boxer and tried smelling it.Me: so haven’t you gone little far more? Manju: yes. But I admit. I was...turned on.Me: how was the smell? And did it calm you down? Manju: no ways. Me: you can come and smell it some more time if you want. Manju: not a bad idea. What time Sujata is coming? Can you check with her and let me know. Or why don’t you give your boxer to me? I will smell it enough on my bed and give it back to you. Me: ok..I will come to you. It won't necessarily become perverted, but it just won't be normal.It will probably require some form of sex change operation on the genitalia, assuming he chooses to remain a "he".It made us all pause for a moment in our tracks and rethink our need to push the envelope, so to speak.Daddy even wrote in his diary that he was going to think long and hard (no pun intended) about whether to pursue trying to get either twin pregnant again.For quite a while, we were the best foursome imaginable since. I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier times, some nights my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take some leave to sort herself out. Susan begged me to be. "Just a radio that I built so that I could listen to music as I shower. Do you want me to turn it off?" I started reaching for the power switch."No," Tiff said, "just get out I need to shower and get going." She practically pushed me out the door.I stood in the hallway for a few seconds. She turned up the radio and started the shower. I went to my room and locked my bedroom door. I turned on my TV and switched to channel Tiff. She was just taking off her robe. I watched her hang it on the hook..