Your hands pull my head in tighter. I feel your wetness begin as I lick up and down. Without warning I pull away and announce, "Time for a shower!" Yo... jerk!" you scream and smack my ass as I dash for the bathroom.I'm working on adjusting the shower when you walk in and sit on the toilet. The next few minutes are dominated by the sounds of peeing and brushing teeth. When I step in the shower you are already washing your hair. "Turn around," I ask. You do and your back is to me. I grab the soap. An orthopedic surgeon who specialized in hand and arm surgery was in the hospital that day. He closed the wound in my arm, and also a long but semi superficial cut on my right leg. I was admitted to the hospital.The following day the surgeon came in and told Connie and me that what he had done was only a temporary surgery to stop the bleeding and close the wound. Sometime during the next week to ten days, after the swelling subsided, he needed to reopen the arm to reattach the muscles that were. She far preferred the walking boots that she wore for her long walks in the woods and even used for running around the track behind the football field during the hours of darkness. The oldest one was a girl called Martha and her parents lived only a few miles from the university but she had elected to take full advantage of the free board that came with the acceptance letter and moved into the dormitory instead. The other two beds were occupied by a pair of Romanian exchange students called. The guy seemed decent enough and therefore got flustered and shy! The next station came and I looked at him and gestured him to get off, he did, with me. There were a few seetis that went off, I chicked and smiled, asked him ” Kothay jabe? Ami kintu Eden gardens jabo.”(where are you going? I’m going to Eden gardens station) “Sealdah” he said. “Dharmatola theke bus peye jabe, amar sathe aste hole asho, tomar train journey ta kharap hobe na!”(you’ll get a bus to sealdah from dharmatola, if you.