‘Why don’t you let me help you shop’? I asked. ‘You would do that’? he asked smiling at me. ‘Sure, we can go to my house after we shop and...dress you, if you’d like’? I told him. ‘We could do that’? he whispered. ‘Sure we can’ I assured him. ‘I would like that’ he said excitedly. ‘I’m Cissy, whats your name sweetie’? I asked as we continued to shop. ‘I’m Brian’ he answered. ‘What’s your girly name’? I asked . ‘I don’t have one’ he said. ‘I spell Cissy with a C’ I told him. ‘Lets call you Sissy. The doctor lowered Fatima's panties, then put on a glove and smeared some lubricant on his fingers. When he touched her vulva, the girl contracted, it was cold. The doctor kept on :- Recent, but unmistakable tearing of the hymen. Traces of blood on the vulva.He pushed his lubricated finger into the teenager's pussy. It was icy. He started stirring inside, it was very uncomfortable, almost painful. Fatima did not know where to go when the sperm her father had spilled into her the day before came. Wiping a small amount of dirty-looking tobacco drool from his unshaven face, the bouncer calmly explained the rules."You know damn good and well that Bernie banned you forever after that last time that you were caught cheating at cards. Our good customers get mighty fucking mad if we allow slimy-ass card cheats like you in here to fleece them. This here is a bar that's got a good fucking reputation and we're going to keep it too."Smiling a big smile as if he could charm the stone-faced guard. In spite of the international rates, I want to call Ananda to make sure that she’s made it to Europe safely. I reconsider for the moment out of consideration. Perhaps she’ll be jet lagged. She’ll need her rest and I don’t want to disturb her too much. My mind keeps demanding an explanation for why she called me the night before. What did she want to talk about? I realize that she was busy celebrating and probably wasn’t paying attention to her phone, therefore I won’t fault her. But she has got.