Poor cute shy guy, I somehow felt sympathy for him in his adorable little apron, covered in stains. Shortly after that, I stood up and left the cafe,...stained here and there with the coffee that he spilled on me. I left him double of my usual tip to somehow cheer him up. After all it wasn't his fault that he tripped, or maybe I felt guilty for taking his note, or just sorry for his failure to ask the girl out? Anyhow, just as I was about to chuck out the moist ball of paper from my pocket I. Well now I had to do something now so I went out and invited Rohini inside my home. Still she was crying so I calmed her down to relax. My daughter too relaxed her so that she would stop crying. It took us about half an hour to stop crying. So now it was time for some sleep. I asked Rohini to stay in our house tonight for sleep. But she insisted to leave and go upstairs to sleep. My daughter said, ” Aunt it is too late now and I think uncle should have slept by now you should sleep here for. As a reaction, she used the sheet of paper that she was given to cover her vagina."And this is your journal," said Beth as she handed them the booklet. "You will do this the first thing every day when you get here. You will write your thoughts, feelings, anything that you want. Anatoly, you will write about two paragraphs; Natasha, you will do 4 to 5."They each sat down, grabbed a pencil, and went to work. Anatoly was seemingly unfazed by anything, but Natasha was visibly embarrassed and tried. But, I didn’t reply. I didn’t really know what to say after that. I tried to distract myself, watched alittle TV, made some lunch, etc. Just typical Saturday afternoon activities.A couple of hours later I got a text from Joey, “So…what did you think?”Nervous as could be, I said, “Wow, I mean, wow!”“Lol, it’s not that great.”“Not that great? R u joking? What girl wouldn’t love that cock?”“Whoa, Aunt Beth, did you just say cock?”“Yes. What of it? I’m an adult, I’m allowed to say whatever I.