.. and she gave them all to me." He waited again."Barbara... Barbara," he said reprovingly, "you know my medical history... I'm violently allergic to ...enicillin and every drug that is a derivative of it. I seriously doubt the docs will be able to cure what I've got churning around inside my body now... and if she's HIV positive... if she gave me AIDS... there's no hope at all, is there?"Barbara looked at her husband in horror. She had forgotten. She knew Steve had almost died as a baby when a. Nirmala Aunty, my mom’s best friend, drop dead gorgeous, extremely well educated, filthy rich, and last of all head mistress of a famous girls school, with a matching temper. I was persistently doing unusually bad in subjects like history and geography, and when my mom narrated this to Nirmala Aunty she suggested that every Saturday she would tutor me on subjects like History, Geography and Bengali. Little did I know then, that my nightmares were turning to reality. I used reach her place sharp. Then she heard the screech of a waterfaucet and felt hot water entering her, inflating aballoon which was up there by her cervix. At first,it wasn't painful; there aren't a lot of nervesinside, as opposed to the very sensitive vestibule of thevagina. She could feel the heat, and the hoseentering her, but... but then things changed. Therewas a real stretching pressure. Urine spurted fromher compressed bladder, and the beer bottle wasforced from her compressed rectum, to shatter onthe floor. . “I pray that you get better soon, Abby, even if you did dump me. Remember this? ‘Incy Wincy spider went up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up the rain, so the Incy Wincy spider could go up the spout again.’ It used to make you laugh.”Vince spent an hour talking to Abby about college, their times together and phone calls. Tears rolled down his face.“Well, don’t you look like roadkill,” he heard Allen’s voice behind him.“Allen!” said Vince.
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