The pounds gradually accumulated and they stuck.A couple of Jen's friends had had finally opted for the magic bullet -- bariatric surgery -- the "fat ...irl operation." They had slimmed down fast after that, all right, but, at what cost? Imagine having most of your stomach tied off or outright amputated. Imagine being unable to eat anything more than mini-portions at meals, and still suffering from chronic vomiting or diarrhea -- take your pick -- according to what kind of bypass the surgeon. As the pretty face raised to stare vacantly at her concerned face, Vicky saw the bruises.One cheekbone was already an ugly dark blue. The other side of her face had a black eye, and there was a little split lip. "Oh Connie, darling, why did he do it? How could he? The bastard." Connie started crying hard, tears streaming down her face. Vicky hugged her tightly, careful of the beat up face, and rocked back and forth. Minutes passed as she tried to comfort her little sister, the way she always. The more I did that, the farther she seemed to take me into her mouth. She looked up at me."Do you like that?" She asked, as if she would get any kind of an answer from me."Uh Huh" Is all I could say."Good. I wanted to make sure." She said, and she went back down and started licking and blowing me some more. I decided to slide two fingers inside of her to see what it would be like. It caused her body to tense up. I though I would try going faster and faster with my stroking of my fingers.. ." Evan started, but I cut him off."You're uncut," I said. "How do you jack off? Without the foreskin, I mean."He just sat there with his now-flaccid penis under his hands, not sure what to make of this. I could see his mind racing, trying to decide what to do. At long last, he moved away his hands and picked up his penis."You just gotta make it wet with spit or something," explained Evan, spitting into his other hand and rubbing it along the shaft of the penis. "Then, you just...you.