Mai coaching karta hu aur 12 th se 3sd year tak ki tutions karta hu. Ye meri first student ki story hai uska naam priya tha aur main usey home tutions...deta tha, 1st class se hi wo mujhpar marti thi aur main ye sab samaj nahi paya, lekin ek din jab usne ijhaar kiya to main samaj hi nahi paaya kyuki it was my first experience and kya batao main lal ho gaya tha fir maine usse sochne ke baadbatane ko kaha. Uske ghar mein koi nahi hota thasab kaam karte the, jab maine kuch din jawab nahi diya to ek. Sighing, I feel the night approach, crawling along the horizon towards the border of sand and foam. Water cleanses our hearts and minds. Past is past, no thoughts of the future, just now, this perfect second and all that we feel. I sense your eyes moving from the sea to me,to the sea. . . to me. I am one with the water, holding the same truth within my body that the sea whispers to you. The mirror of the water swallows the daystars that slowly sink to the bottom of the ocean only to rise as. Ask Daddy to erase whatever remains of your pitiful and insignificantmanhood.Be humble.Be authentic.Acknowledge that you cannot do it alone. You need a real man and a realcock to show you the way to a cure. Convince Daddy of your sincerity.That you are committed to overcoming your shortcomings and being thebest little sissy you can be. That his efforts won't be a waste of hisprecious time. Model your prayer on the following, but use your ownwords."Dear Daddy, i am a sissy. i fully acknowledge. I sort of stayed there kneeling with my flashlight still in me. I have no idea what I was waiting for. Maybe something inside of me thought there were more men over in the men's room. I only needed three more and I had 23 minutes to do it. I knew I could wait here but time was ticking away. I had to get this out of my system before I returned home. I knew I could not be in this state of desire around any of our church members.Maybe if I were to go out and walk around the park?I stood up and I.