The other coach seemed very manly, you know, short hair, shaped like a man, no makeup. She scared every one. I would always cut thru the girls locke... room on the way out of school when I was done in the gym. I don't know why, guess I was hoping to catch some one naked which was stupid as everyone was always gone way before I got to go. Well today that changed. Them manly woman coach was in the shower when I walked by. Coach Carol Foster was all naked and made no attempt to cover or hide. She had been on a ladder, helping paint at a school project when a tree limb had fallen on her and knocked her off the ladder, sending her tumbling to earth.She had been lucky, she had been told, but didn't feel it: a concussion, a cracked rib, and some evidence that there may be an infection somewhere. That was why she would be here another day, maybe longer, the doctor told her, so they could watch her and make sure nothing dangerous was going on inside.With the blanket pulled up to her neck. Aur nahin itni zor se mat kaaro rahul mein mar jaaongi. Uski awaz mein who dard aur maza muje maza de rahi thi. Phir kuch der ke baad woh kehene lagi ki mera pani nikal gaya aur idhar mein discharge ho gaya tha. Juhin humari life chalti rahi kabhi kabhi phone pe nahin to kabhi kabhi movie mein. Magar ek din chance mil hi gaya. Mere parents ek din ke liye bahar gaye the aur big brother shop par tha aur maine us din job se chuti le li thi. Ghar pe koi nahin tha to is liye. Maine usko phone kiya. "What about your boy parts? I'm sorry for the question, but you know, Ihave to ask." I don't know. Actually I'm not sure," I told her."Roo, listen to me, it's serious. A healthy boy feels his parts morethan once a day. You have to feel something." Recently, those parts don't bother me. As in the morning... How to sayit correctly..." Morning erection," Mom suggested."Yeah... I have no such thing in the morning and when I talk or look atthe pretty girl there is no more of it either as it was.