He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always on the phone to people, who were talking about all kinds of cures. But I was growing weaker...and weaker, getting thinner and thinner, feeling more dead than ever. But what John just came home to tell me is, that I have stopped responding to my treatment. I’m going to die. ”I’m sorry, Baby,” John says. He put his head in his hands and sits on the end of the bed by my feet. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms round his neck, just. I've been up too long already!”Nervously I walked back into the living room with the paddle and handed it to my father.“Get that skirt off young lady,” daddy said.I looked at mom, fraught with fear, but mom didn’t say anything but simply nodded her head in approval to my father’s order.Nervously, I reach behind me and unzipped my jean skirt and slid it down my legs. As I stepped out of it, my father motioned for me to approach him.Scooting forward on the edge of the couch, daddy reached up and. Monse meet Pete.Roni sees at a sparkle in my eyes that I like the looks of lovely Monse, only 18 years young.Roni only told me Monse is more skinny and pale compared to her. On our ride to my ranch we chat.Roni is very busy translating back and forth from English to Spanish and back as check them out.Monse seems to know some details of their presentation procedure scheduled right away at home.Monse looks tense. New country. New language. First time to meet this uncle, sponsoring studies.Monse. One day Wendy told me that she was pissed off at her father. I tried to comfort her but that wasn’t what she wanted. Her father had accused her of fucking around. It really pissed her off because she was still a virgin. I was also a virgin and she knew it. At the time we were in my bedroom, which wasn’t unusual.That was when Wendy told me that she wanted to have sex. I asked her whom she wanted to have sex with. I couldn’t believe it when she said, with me. I asked her why me and she said that.