. he."I couldn't even end my sentence, my mother had to the ingrate job for me: "Dylan is dead. Honey... I'm so sorry..."Maybe I'd sound like such a h...pocrite, but the pain was real.And it was destroying me, from the inside: a dark shadow, swallowing my soul, my inner light."Please, just tell me the day of the funeral, I'll be at home." The fact, honey... The fact is, his parents have informed the town only after the funeral. We didn't have the chance to say him goodbye for the last time. Just. Main sharmane laga, thori der baad usne mujhe chora aur puchne lagi are kaisa hai, kya kar raha hai kahan hai? Hum baatei karne lage aur itne mei humara station aa gaya. Hum dono station k do taraf rehte the. Maine usse kahan ki kabhi ghar ana. Wo haskar chalai gayi, main bhi has raha tha.Agle din hum fir mile, maine use station par dekha, aur pucha, itne bhir mei jaegi ya khali train mei charegi, usne kaha ki isi mei chalte hain, hum dono chad gaye, bohot bhir thi, wo meri taraf murke khadi. She ran her own hands alongside mine. "They're pretty sure she's a girl, because she doesn't have a penis, like her daddy."Joy erupted in my heart, and I thought I'd pass out."This is GREAT!" I shouted. Then it occurred to me that some women don't want to have children too. "Isn't it?" I searched her face.She smiled, and the relief I felt left my knees weak."This is great," she said, with dignity."You have to marry me!" I blurted."OK," she said. "I'll have to give you lessons on being more. At first it was just magazines with pictures of naked woment. It was when I ran across my first Hustler magazine that my life was changed forever. Seeing pictures of studly guys with big hard dicks and women on their knees about to suck or be fucked by them, made me drool. I wanted to be the woman in the pictures. I had fantasies of sucking those guys hard dicks and having them fuck me. Unfortunately for me I grew up in a small town and finding someone whose cock I could suck was not really.