My mother wasn't gone more than 15 minutes, when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I knew it was my sister. I'm sure she couldn't sleep either. "Com... in didi" I said. Sangita didi opened the door slowly, and walked into the room wearing only a night gown. It was front open gown and as she walked her leg would expose from the front slit all the way up to thighs. Also it was thin enough to see that she was wearing nothing underneath, but at this point I think I was too nervous to get a hard-on.. I said "Son, that's 3 schools this year! You'd better stop before you're banned from teaching altogether."* The cost of living has now gotten so bad that my wife is having sex with me because she can't afford batteries.* A man calls 911 and says "I think my wife is dead". The operator says, "How do you know?" The man says "The sex is about the same, but the ironing is piling up!"* I was explaining to my wife last night that when you die you get reincarnated but must come back as a different. "I finish my plate of food and am brought to the table I'll be lying on. It's a silver metal rectangular table. There are metal restraints that lock closed that he adjusts for my wrists, ankles, neck, forehead, waist, knees and elbows. He explains that usually, nyotaimori girls don't need such restraints, but that they also usually train for many years and are all in Japan. He coats the table in something to lubricate it so it's not so uncomfortable. The table feels very cold as I sit on. .." I lifted an eyebrow questioningly as she paused."I can't do it without you, and I'm so frightened that you won't want to do it with me. You've never ever talked about wanting children, and you've got so much on, and..."She was getting wound up, over-talking herself in her effort to convince and reassure me all at once. I was still a bit dazed. Em was right; I had never talked about children. The urge to procreate had never been more than a brief pang ... like in Morocco when I saw her with.