I put her on the bed and climbed over her. I knew she wanted to be caressed and pampered. She wanted someone to satisfy her, to touch her aching body....I kissed her forehead then her nose then her soft red lips. I bit her ears.“Ouch! you naughty boy,” Nidhi exclaimed.I kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and gave out a moan. I removed her t-shirt. She was wearing a pink bra. I began to suck her boobs from over her bra. I sucked on the nipple and massaged with the other hand. I moved down slowly. ''You are nervous child; it is only to be expected. Do not worry, he will treat you well.'' she hugged me and took me over to a chair and sat me down. Tahirah started to pin my long red hair up in preparation for the ceremony, I watched her lovingly pin it up so carefully for me. She then went on to my makeup, black Egyptian cat eye makeup, a little lip tint and I was done. ''Thank you Tahirah! You mean the world to me; I promise I will always take care of Alaa; and you. I swear.'' I said. "It began on one of the weekends when my parents left to see my grandparents," I explained.********I was home alone except for looking after my younger brother. I had always wondered what my parents had stored away in the closet with those dusty old 35 millimeter slides. How old and creepy was that! They were stored in round black plastic trays. The pictures were so small I couldn't imagine how they viewed them.A friend of mine was mechanically inclined and told me to look for a Kodak. Crisp, prim nurses, shiny hospital floors and cozy sick days from school all come flooding into my head. I suddenly recognize the rubbery smell of the enema bag and the hydrogen peroxide, starched sheets and linoleum polish came flooding back with it.Having grown up in an old, small town, everyone took care of everyone and everything. Traditions, I think, stay longer there. I have volunteered at my town’s out-patient clinic for the past three summers. The old town clinic building is sturdy and.