"Thesupport around your waist must remain there for a month."Johnny pulled the covers back to look at the waist support. Expecting awhite canvass, hos...ital style back brace, he rapidly blinked his eyesrefusing to believe what he was seeing.The creation he was wearing was far from the utilitarian structure heanticipated. The first thing he noticed was the color--somewhere betweena peach and a light pink. The item was longer than expected going downto just above his groin and upward to the middle. "They went back to studying. With that kissing I would guess biology. Sometimes a parent has to play chaperone.After he left I served the fish I bought around the corner at the fish market."Mom, are we unique?" she asked as we prepared the food."How could I be unique if you're like me?" You're avoiding the question." "Trust me," I said. "I don't know little old men in bathrobes or women running water parks." Seriously, are there others like us?" I don't know. I didn't even know I could do. ‘Lovely!’ ‘Debs, keep your hands off my tart. You’ll get chicken fat on her nice dress.’ ‘Not chicken tonight. We slaughtered a pig. Much more fun. Come on in, there is someone I want you to meet. She’s called Polly.’ ‘The barber?’ ‘Hairdresser and very particular about it. Married, of course, but left the baggage at home so she could spend a debauched night with Aunty Debra. Absolute corker in the sheets, aren’t you Pols?’ Polly was standing in the room we had entered as Debra had been saying. So bad were my nightmares that my mom had to take me to a church cleric thinking that maybe I was cursed or buy expensive potions, but nothing worked. And at the end of the day, I just had to learn to live this way.Worst of all is the amount of trouble I cause my mother as if it wasn't enough that she had to raise me alone. Speaking of which, I don't hear any noise in the kitchen. Maybe she went out to work. And I should be getting ready too.''Ouch..''As I was getting out of bed, I put my foot.