Your reason for coming to my house will be that you are having some problems with math, and that I had asked you to come to my house as it is the only...free time I have. We'll actually solve a few math problems so that you'll have proof. Tell your parents you'll be over until dinner time and will have lunch at my place. Encourage them to call me to verify this story." What about your wife?" Don't worry about my wife. I've invited you to my home knowing this will be OK."Her parents called me. ‘Are you really sure you want to know that answer?’ Swallowing in a futile attempt to moisten my dry throat, I managed to croak out, ‘yes.’ You sat down beside me, looking me straight in the eyes before answering ‘I’ve been watching you while you sleep every night for almost two months now. I even once put some sleeping potion in your tea, and rested beside you as you slept before we actually met that first time. I know this won’t make a difference to you probably, but I Knew…well, we had to. My pee left dark wet spots all over the dirt. I stood and felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my leg.“I dare you to drink it,” Todd said.I felt my heart beating again. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the warm bowl of yellow pee. I put it to my lips and took a sip. It had almost no taste, maybe something like the top of a can before you tasted the soda. I sipped again, holding it in my mouth. It reminded me of weak chicken broth. Todd watched me,. In retrospect I feel, it was probably my immaturity that was the result of years of seclusion from the society as we know that resulted in morphing my unique thought process. I remember that as a child of 8 I had a constant erection during the Morning Prayer at the school. I used to stick my crotch to the bench ahead to hide it yet, surprise surprise! I masturbated for the first time when I was 17. Such a taboo was the subject of sex and anything related to it that proper knowledge was.