He asksyou for your chosen name and you give it without reservation. Hewelcomes you to the programme and tells you life will finally be on yourterms.... He was once just like you, an unhappy woman; a man trapped in thebody of a supermodel. He finally got the chance to be himself during thetrials of GeneBlue. He says that he understands your pain and misery; helooks forward to your impending rebirth.You have an almost pleasant month, despite your Aunt Flo popping by for apainful visit. You. Mom: puch puch puch ahhh ahhh kitnni hard hai tumahri drill machineBhupi: aisey thodi badi badi tum jaissi moti choot mein hole karti haiMom: bhupi bada sakhat hai. Lo ab meri choot chatoBhupi: aunti tumari to slack bahut tight haiMom: koi baat nahin stretchable hai jitni taangey choudi karo utni khul jaati haiFir mom ne eka ek slack neechay kee aur bhupi chaatany lagaBhupi: ufff ufffff ohhh aunty kya mast khan hai heeray kiMom: jao fir andhar jaa ke hira nikaal lo jaldi karo. Fir mom diwaar ke. He said he would but he was just admiring the view. Then I realized just what he was looking at. Because I had undone the bottom button on my skirt he could see half way up my upper leg and with the top button of my blouse undone he could see all the way down my bra. It made me feel good that he was taking such notice. I put my drink down and stood up walking to the door I asked him what diferent things I could see were. As he told me he put his hands on my hips. I took both of his hands in. And we realize that if any of you had suspected it, you would’ve told us right away. Which led us to wonder why we felt the need to keep these feelings hidden… and wondered if it was our subconscious minds trying to tell us that there was something wrong! That these feelings were wrong… And if so, why were we so drawn to each other in the first place?!!’ Brad looked at the man he hoped would be able to give them some answers. ‘Uncle Charles… can you shed any light on this? Are we just sick, or.