To her a good time was camping out on a river bank so we could fish all day and make love under the stars. According to Beth we were happier than a pu...py with two peters or pigs in mud, her phrases not mine. But I knew what she meant, I didn’t think I could be any happier or more satisfied with my life. We had a few spats and confrontations like all newlyweds. It wasn’t all sweetness and light, but mostly it was. And Beth and I never went to bed mad. One example of the less than wine and roses. Fell it stick to her like ... like clothing. Starting at the top of her head, her hands began running down her body. Only when she was soaking, like this, could she truly feel her body. Could she feel ... human. Her hands came to her breasts, cupping them. They were firm, not changing shape when she stood like a person, filling her hands. Her stomach was flat, her hips swelling.She wanted the hair gone. Wanted to look human. Human women had no hair below the neck, or at least shaved most that. "Need a hug?"She sailed into my arms, and we embraced. I bent my head and kissed thetop of her head."You can always call me, Renee, if you need a shoulder to cry on." I know," she said. "I know."Renee's mom, Dr. Jordan, had died a month ago, in an auto accident, andRenee had taken it super hard.Hell, I couldn't believe Dr. Jordan was gone. Even now, I almostexpected her to step out of the kitchen, cigarette in hand, and ask me tocome in, instead of standing in the doorway.She had been my. Mai apnimom ko nahate hue key hole se dekhta tha or mutth marta tha. Ek din suday ko meri chuti thi. Mai subh ghar par hi tha. Meri mom apna ghar ka kaam khatam kar ke bathroom mai nahane gai. Mai key hole se dekhne laga unhone apne saare kapde utar diye or nahane lagi unki nangi gand mere samne thi jise dekh kar mera lund khada ho chuka tha or mai pagalsa ho raha tha. Leki bhich mai darwaja tha. Meri mom naha kar bahar aai unhone safed kar ki salwar kamij pehni thi jo thodi bhig chuhi thiunka.