He was a an average height, dark blonde and straight hair almost to his jaw bone, 15 year old boy, built athletic but not muscular, and lightly tanned... At the time we didn't have the same taste in sex, but that is what this story is about. Me and him and how we came to find each other as more than just friends. I was a little shorter than him. I had short black hair and the hereditary Portugal tan. I played soccer so my build was really skinny. "Dude its awesome that youre here. What do you. She cried for two hours before boarding the bus to a random city.“Nobody wants me, Jayah Didi doesn’t want me,” she said this while leaving the village many years ago. She repeated the same words now while sitting on the bus.–When she said this out loud the bus conductor got alerted. Seeing Champa not react until now that creepy man did a lot with her. First, he told her daughter to go sleep in the backseat comfortably which had become empty by then.He took a seat behind Champa. He leaned. "What kind of disease has nymphomania as a symptom?" You'd be surprised. It's nothing in this world, my boy. It's some little bug she should have never picked up - but somehow she did - in an alternate reality we were visiting."It was my turn to stare. I should have guessed it before. Basil had to be one crazy bastard. "Give me a break," I mumbled. Alternate realities were just science fiction mumbo jumbo. "Just how does this shit affect me?" It's highly contagious and sexually transmitted,". I knew many men including Ram’s father’s boss tried to hit on me a few times.The first few weeks we came to the village, it was not very hard to adapt. It was heaven compared to the slum we lived in. My son managed to build a small house with a room, hall, kitchen, and bathroom. I was very happy to have my bathroom as we used to have a common bathroom for every 10 houses in the slum. We were located 200 meters far from the nearby houses.Ram was a hard worker. He worked hard on the farm during.