Ab m tmhe aruna ke bare me btadu,aruna meri padosan hai jiski shadi ko 2 sal ho gye hai and uska 1 baby bi hai,vo dikhne me ek dam husan ki rani hai,2... sal ki h par dkhne me 18 ki ladki ko bi fail kr skti hai,aruna ke boobs 34 hai and gand to bs pucho hi mt 38 hai,koi bi agar use dkhle to bina muth mare nh rh skta,to dosto mai abi january me hi 18 ka hua hu,ab hua yun ki aruna ko pasand to krta hi tha aur usse kisi na kisi bahane se bt bi krta rhta tha,use bt bt par hasata tha,aur khush rkhne. The input/output ports to the sender's brain were highly complex. I struggled for many hours trying to translate the 1950's era vacuum tube drawings to current integrated chip technology. After several sleepless nights, I had a design that I was fairly confident would work.My next step was to call up a buddy that still worked at the college in the Electrical Technology department. A few cases of beer and I had access to all the parts I needed. I drew my circuit boards long hand and then scribed. I can faintly hear the sound of metal joining with metal but I can't feel anything being attached to me. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of her screwgun and the click of permanent screws breaking off as they are driven home. I guess I wouldn't be able to feel anything being attached to my shell. The only thing I can think of that she could be doing is attaching the hose to my rear insert or to my opening there. She said something about power enemas. Is that what she's preparing for me, or. "Makeovers? I so like makeovers. Bring it on Doll-boy, I thought tomyself, knowing that he could see the hint of a smile on my lips. "Stay right here."Like I had a choice. Sheesh. I was as immobile as one of his toy dollsalready. Alex scurried off to another room while I contemplated why hishouse was so cold. He returned with a large cardboard box and thehappiest smile on his face, like a kid on Christmas morning.Slowly Alex undressed me, including removing all my jewelry. Now I waseven.