" From that point on thejiggling fax breast became a permanent fixture. I also had to practiceplaying that damn instrument until I could successfully ...lay the Tulipsong. The next day I was angry. I had spent the previous day jigglingand bouncing every time I moved. So 'Mr. Gifted Program here' madeanother foolhardy move. I filled the balloons with ice cold water; mylogic was that cold water would have less bounce than hot. All Iachieved was giving myself hypothermia. I mean what does a 12 year. Then my mind said to me “shahid isko pakad ke khich le bathroom mein tab no nai bol payegi.” And I did the same. I holder her and brought her to the bathroom. I started undressing. She was hesitating but can’t escape as she was inside the bathroom and I was standing at the door. Then quickly I was in my underwear. She said “bhaiya isko mat nikalna”. I said ” agar tumhari ichcha hogi toh tum hi nikal dena” she smiled a little and I sat on the bathroom floor. She started pouring water on me. I. "You're looking at me mum," he said quietly, bringing me out of my reverie and it was my turn to redden,"I'm sorry darling," I said quickly, too quickly really, "I was wondering er, you know." You mean how large am I?" Well yes, I know it's not the sort of question that a mother asks her son normally, but I can see you're worried and I want to help." Too big mum," was all he said, and we sat in silence for a while until I stood up to go to the ladies room and an involuntary groan escaped my. But I could hardly hear its voice. Not through that soupy semi-consciousness.The way I was positioned, the bottom of the fabric wasn’t far south of where my butt turned to thigh. I could feel it stretching taut there, especially on the right side. Where I’d pulled up my knee. That was the side of the bed that opened out to the room.Usually I strung up my beloved green and orange sarong at the end of the bed for a modicum of privacy. You never knew who might be coming or going in a backpacker.