It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of techni...ue. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either. We were close from the beginning. But things weren’t the same after she attained puberty.So days were going as usual. Me and snigdha would always stick with whatever we do and we became close.At night after 5 days me and snigdha decided we will sleep in same room and watch late night movies and chat. So we made bed in her room and turn on my laptop for the movie. She is a deep sleeper and I know it from the old days. I thought this is my lucky day. I can have her. She slept early and I was busy. Maybe we should go to the kitchen, just to be sure. We don't want him listening." "He's out to the world, Lena. You could light a fire under him and he wouldn't budge." Lena laughed softly. "I don't know", she said. "Maybe he's faking it. Or maybe he'll wake up just as we get to something juicy." "Lena, we're fine here, it's nice, ok?" "I don't know, I'd feel more comfortable..." "Look, I don't want to go to the kitchen. It's nice here. We've seen him like this before, remember, he falls asleep. That all seemed so long ago now and he struggled to remember the last time he had ever been truly happy. The past six months had really taken it out of him, his wife had left him, his father had passed away after a really painful and long battle with cancer, his brother looked like he was going to be a serving a very long stretch and he just seemed to be battling week in, week out to cope with what seemed to be a never ending pile of bills.Teaching really had been his lifelong dream. John had.