Of course I'd never asked the question directly, but from the start of her homebound time, Cindy openly talked to my parents on a daily basis. After h...r first call, Cindy had asked if I wanted to know how "my ex" was doing and I had a mild panic attack.I hadn't told anyone, but once I'd asked Cindy to marry me, hearing or seeing the name no longer seemed to affect me. Still that was a whole different kettle of fish from hearing the details of her new life, or God forbid, having to see or talk. Ab smita ki baari thi mai doctor ban gaya. smita mere paas ayi aur kaha doctor sahab mere pet me dard ho raha hai. maine kaha” thik hai tum let jao mai check karta hoon. phir wo let gayi. mene uske pet ko dabaya aur usase puchane laga kaha dard ho raha hai ” doctor sahab wahi dard ho raha hai jaha aap daba rahe hai. fir mene usko kaha ” aciditi hui hai injection deta hoon” aur usne apni frock upar ki aur apni chaddi niche ki usne chaddi puri ghutno tak niche kardi thi. mene uski chut dekhi mene. I peek out of your cubicle although I know that no one will ever visit this small cramped corner of the office. When I turn around assured that I won’t be caught devouring you I get down on my knees and you pull your skirt up to your waist as you adjust a towel beneath you. You smile shyly and tell me that you get really wet as my mind ponders why you’re draping your work seat.As I inch closer to your steaming flesh you place your legs up on the arms of your seat and slide yourself lower as you. Use box one last time. Fall asleep."Uh, Julia?" Yes, dear?" Uhh ... I'm worried. I've started bleeding, you know ... down there."Julia had come to replace more of my wardrobe. Gone were all my jeans, suits, and pants, replaced with skirts and dresses, mostly thigh length, some shorter (yikes) and some longer but mostly narrow and confining, some sweater sets, and a number of tight, clingy tops.My breasts had now grown to an 'A' cup, officially, and had a bit of heft to them. So I had got new.