The next morning being no better, I with much hesitation told a college friend, he looked at my prick, and thought it either clap or pox. Frightened t... go to our own doctor, I at his advice went to a chemist, who did a little business in such matters; we dealt there, but my friend assured me that the man never opened his mouth to any, one, if youths consulted him, and many he knew had.With quaking I said to the chemist, that I had something the matter with my thing. “What” said he. “I don’t. After 5min Sandhya came out of the kitchen and she kept the plate of the boiled eggs in front of us. As she was turning I said ‘y don’t you have a peg, at first she said know but when I again asked she said Ok, so I poured her a peg and handed it over to her.She drank it and I poured her another peg and she drank it too. She later went away and we were continuing our drinking. She doesn’t have a TV at home so she came back and us to switch on the TV. She sat on the chair next to us a started. I hate Thanksgiving so much that fucking the brains out of some strange grubby homeless guy just seems right to me. My psychologist says that I have a "self loathing" issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what he says. It fills a deep down need in me.I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always. Smiling she comes in closer to him and puts her lips back on his. As the two kiss he takes his hands puts them around her back feeling her soft body against his. She begins unbuttoning his shirt exposing his chest to her. Taking her hand he puts her hand upon his left breast over his beating heart he looks at her and sees a tear come from her eyes .He knows deep inside it is not a tear of sorrow but a tear of happiness He looks deep in to her green eyes wiping a way her tears he tells her I.