.Muje ….Mein aa rahi hu….Eee….Haaaaahhaaeehhhh….Kar ke uska pani nikala…..Fir aunty ne mera muh mein liya 7..8.Min bad mera bhi paani aya…...unty sab saaf kiya aur boli…Baki ka hum sab ghar mein karenge kal…..Aur waha se scooty leke nikal gaye ghar ke liye…Next day jaise uncle office ke liye gaye aur bacche school ke liye gaye main ghar poch gaya aur aunty ko dekha aur aunty boli muhe pata hi tha tum ready hi rahoge aane ke liye…..Aaj aunty gown pehna aur andar kuch nahi hai bola…Main bola unko. Most men were very nervous and agitated. She praised my calm and caring attitude, telling Ilse that she was one lucky woman. Her comments actually made me blush. I calm, yeah, right... I was calm as a rumbling volcano that was ready to erupt!After completing all the check-in procedures, a friendly older nurse showed us to a room and gave us a moment of privacy. During this time, Ilse changed into a nightshirt, or rather, I dressed Ilse in a nightshirt. A woman in her condition was in no shape. Just as we got inside her house she vomited again. This time it got all over her work shirt and on her skin.I was nervous about what I should do but I figured that the vomit on her clothes was gonna stain so I surmised that I'd have to remove her shirt at the very least. She was wearing a black bra that matched her g-string. Although Jen was not overly busty her bra was a bit on the small side. I was very reluctant to remove her bra even though I noticed then that there was a bit of vomit on. ‘You are very lucky to be placed with Mr. Smith,’ the prim and proper child worker told me. She wore a suit. Not many workers in my group home were quite that formal. I hated the group home I was sent to when my parents died. It was ugly, poor, and run-down looking. The girls in it looked just the same way. They wore grey and black worn- out sweatshirts and faded worn- out black jeans for the most part expect for the things they were able to snatch out of local stores until the owners got wise.