He could sort of tell that his scalp had either been torn or cut and that the hair was gone there ... Would it grow back? Was he worried about that? C...uldn’t he do like his dad was always harassing him to do and shave his head to at least a crew cut and minimize any problems?Time went wonky and he tried to count heart beats, or maybe the drugs that were in his system were even more potent than the triple wrap of cotton wool feeling indicated. The only thing that Cal was certain of was that he. I hadtold the doctors time and again, but always had to revisit the samequestions. "According to the chart your full name is Kimball Leroy Smith." Was - those names were from ancestors on my father's side. My last namehas now been officially changed to my mother's maiden name, Young." Itried to answer in a calm, matter-of-fact voice, but mentioning myfather immediately brought in bad memories. "As you likely were told, I have been brought in as an externalconsultant. Your caregiver team felt. ” Larry pointed at the statue, “This your work?”“Yeah,” Josh said smiling and putting his hand on the erect penis that protruded from the vagina. “I call it, Homecoming.” Larry stared at the details of the statue. There was something oddly familiar about it. The clitoris was large and stuck out from the hood of flesh, lying along the shaft of the penis that hung out of the slit. The inner labia folded back in a delicate wedge.The cock was large, but well proportioned, with an upward curve and. I suddenly hear Sharmin's voice calling my name and I wake up to see her leaning over me and smiling at me and asking me to have lunch. For a moment, I didn't even know where the heck I was and realized that I was in Bangladesh, I could hear the traffic from outside and sounds of rickshaw bells and car horns. The ceiling fan above me gave some cooling effect to the room and as I turned my head towards Sharmin, she was sweeping the floor bent over all the way since the brush like broom they use.