The lights on the bedside tables are dimmed. The windows are opened and the curtains are waving gently as the breeze from outside carries in the songs...of the birds playing in the trees as the sun is about to set. I move over you, brush your hair off of your neck, and start kissing you slowly across the back of your neck and shoulders. Then I work my way down your back and just brush the top of your buttocks with my lips and mustache. I move lower, starting on your right thigh and kiss down. " That eased my anxiety a bit, but not completely.Not for the first time I wondered what I had gotten myself into.Sandy came in, and when she saw I was awake, she smiled broadly and told me everything went very well. In a few days when we could take all the bandages off we should be more than pleased with the results. I would reserve my judgment on that, and from Amy's expression, I figured she felt the same. From the way Amy stiffened when Sandy entered, I decided some words were exchanged. What do I want with friends who don't accept me the way I am?Even if some people turned their backs on me and stopped any contact, I still got a lot of friends. I can always count on these friends and they don't care how I live my life.They see the good side in me, a person, who's always listening to their problems and tries to help them out or making them laugh.I even got more male friends than female friends. With these friends I also don't have sex and they're still there for me, see me as. Somehow I felt like, she is not happy with her husband and skedher same question. She was silent for some time and replyed Yes! I tried toconsole her and explained her how I felt when she got married to anotherperson. Even she was on the same track and she is also feeling bad for missingme. We continued our chat for a month time. She started showing interest in me;I stated calling her in my office timings. We were back to our olddays again. In one of the chat sessions, I asked her can I make.