“I don’t know. I never really knew anyone with a dog growing up, so maybe I’m just not used to them.” she answered.The two continued to speak ...bout Amy’s disposition on dogs for a short while, and Amy became more comfortable with the questioning.“I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you: why did you come back? Remember, I want details.” instructed the doctor. From her experience with him yesterday, Amy knew it was best to bare all, no matter how embarrassing, since the doctor could. She saw me. And she smiled. And asked ..how r u sandy……has u got enough sleep……she was continuously smiling to me. I said ya o.k. and I started to be ready for college…whole day I was thinking about my bhabhi and her marvelous boobs……..in evening I came to home……..bhabhi weared a very beautiful gown which wads very transferring.I was surprised….she smiled to me. And say hi…….. And she spent one hour with me….asked abt my college my best friends in that one hour .we became like best friends. At. Mary's. St. Christopher: a rugged, bearded, muscular man leaning heavily on his staff and struggling head first through some undefined tempest, the child Jesus hoisted on his massive shoulders. St. Stephen the Martyr: in the swaddling garb of what I later came to know as the clothing worn by Roman peasants, lashed at his wrists and ankles to a wooden post, posed with his eyes lifted to heaven, all done with exacting, lurid anatomical detail.My gaze never failed to linger on the carved image of. When did he leave? Less than an hour ago.Chris cursed his bad luck at having just missed us ‘in flagrante delicto’.Where did you fuck? Here in our house.In our bed? Yes, in our bed.How often had I fucked him? A couple of times a week. Usually more.Had I used protection? I was back on the pill.Had it not even occurred to me to use condoms? No.Couldn’t I tell I’d got the clap? I did not tell the truth; that I had thought the itching came from too much sex.Did I realise I could have got HIV too?.