We thanked Doctor Sara and got home by 5pm to be greeted warmly by Prya. Aunty told me to go to bedroom and freshen up, have quick shower and come dow... soon for dinner, and reminded Prya to also go to bedroom to finish off her studies before it became too late. As we both headed for the bedroom, Prya kept asking me why I had gone to see the doctor with her mum (aunty), and what was wrong with me since I looked okay to her.After asking several times I just told her that sometimes male teenagers. 'You've really thrown her about her slap.''Slap?''Make-up. She doesn't know what to think.''Betty, I saw her last night dolled up and thought that she was pretty. Today, without all that rubbish on her face, I thought she was beautiful.''Oh! I don't know what to say.''Nothing to say.' I grinned, 'Five minutes are up, shall I go and get them or will you?'The sound of little feet running up the path meant no answer was needed. I had no nieces, nor nephews for that matter, so I wasn't too familiar. It wasn't a power as such, but a physical aspect of my body. Besides, I doubted I would get out of this without some sort of detention, better to wipe that smile off her face and feel better about my punishment.I examined the room, then slipped off my shoes and socks. I ran at the wall and leapt up it scrabbling my way to the top, to a chorus of shocked gasps. I made my way across the ceiling, having my mostly reformed hand helped me a lot. I could do a fairly normal crawl moving one limb in. .. Here I was offered d**gs. “What do you want? Coke or speed?” But d**gs was not on the list of things I wanted to try. When I had a talk with a street prostitute. She was danish, is was long before the girls from Eastern Europe took over that street. She offered “Soft mouth massage”, but I was not interested. No, I wanted to do it myself. She was a bit disappointed, that I did not want what she offered, I was only 19, and most of her costumers was older, I guess. I ended up in a porn cinema.