He told me that everyone produces mucous in their lungs, but people with CF produce so much and it’s so thick that they can hardly breathe. Then he ...old me that he probably wouldn’t be able to have c***dren. I remember asking him, “But you’ll be okay, right?” He told me if he took his medication like he was supposed to, he would do okay. I didn’t ask anymore questions and told him he should never hide anything from me again. Then he asked me if I was going to break up with him. I was so upset. But she never shared her nude pictures even after many compulsion.The chat was about all my stories, my experiences, and the running project. I told her to assume me as her boyfriend and talk openly. But she was totally reluctant and never used certain *** words. She started to feel more companionship in me since I was impressing her in all the possible ways.I was very much aware of her likes and dislikes from Lohith. I expressed my feelings to see her. But she totally was against the idea,. Very relaxed than a voice asked her "Tryphaena?" She 'kind of' recognized the voice, opened her eyes and was thrilled, it was young Nick. Nick and his friend had a wild sexual encounter with her over a year previously. She sat up, he knelt down and they hugged. Numerous small chit chat ensued, then she invited him over for dinner, he gladly accepted then left.Her heart was racing as she couldn't stop thinking about how handsome Nick is but especially his long circumcised penis that was. "Dad, why were you so cruel just now? She's DYING, Dad—what were you thinking?" She tried to keep anger out of her voice, but the concern was evident.He turned to her, all anger gone from his face now, looking old, haggard, and terribly sad. Without a word he handed her Martha's letter.She began to read—then gasped, and stared at him in shock. She looked back to the letter, read it again, and then grasped his hand tightly."Dad—you mean you didn't know? You didn't know that she ... that we ....