She will contact school authorities to get the things rectifiedin the admission card.Two ... If not possible, I will have to skip the examination and ...eappearnext year with real me details and photograph. This way I will have toloose one year of my carrier and all my study will go in vain.Three ... I should appear in examination as a girl. This way we will havetime of another 2 months till the results of the examination come andeven then I can decide to skip further admission and reappear as. “Have you slept well” said I. “Yes, too much in fact”, as she adjusted herself on the bed. “Mother, you look absolutely stunning today. Where did you go today in the market”? I asked.“In the beauty parlor, she said. I just wanted to look okay in front of you.” “Okay? I continued, you look like a pari (fairy). “C’mon, I am not that beautiful” she replied.“But I think you are the most beautiful, loving and caring woman, I have ever met.” I said and went near her and planet a kiss on her cheeks. Due to arrive in 15 minutes, she decided to put on some coffee and settle down. Almost exactly 15 minutes later, a head popped out from behind the door and a timid voice called out “Hello?” “Hi. Come in and sit down,” Rachel said warmly. “My name’s Rachel, and you must be Chris.”“Yeah, I’m Chris.” He seemed like a balloon that couldn’t hold any more air without popping. Stress was written all over his face, and Rachel noticed that he had probably stayed up all night last night because of his. He heard the water run then, through the open door, heard a torrent gush into the commode as his mother relieved herself then flushed. The warm, wet cloth felt good on his shrinking but still semi-hard cock. She wiped him off tenderly then bent to kiss it before curling beside him and clutched her son’s cock in her fist and closed her eyes. Paul reached to the couch to drag down an afghan and cover them both. They slept, spoon fashion, on the floor. *** The Wednesday Night Widow’s Club met each.