He sat next to me with his arm around me and I felt his body tremble and wondered what emotions he was experiencing. Suddenly he turned to me and held...my shoulders and looked me in my eyes. What he said next left me speechless – I guess in the back of my mind I had wondered how far the charade would go but I had no idea Dad would even accept me wearing her dress let alone anything else. “Sumathi, I love what you are doing and now I need to ask you something – something that will forever change. "I could see my mother trying desperately to hide her tears of joy.I said, "Helen, let it out, cry all you want as I know they are tears of joy. Come, let us retire to the bedroom and see if I can kiss those tears away and extinguish the burning fire in our loins for now."Through tears of laughter and joy, she said, "See what I mean, no teenager talks like that. Those are the words of a mature, self confident man, not a fifteen year old kid. Now get upstairs before I have to get stern with you. Again, it’s all about cooling down isn’t it, especially in this heat.But sometimes, it’s really annoying when they start making squeaking noises. Well, to be fair, he’s never done that but the other one does. She’s making them now. Fuck it’s noisy. It’s made me lift my head and close my mouth. I thought something was wrong, but no – she seems to be enjoying it. Wanting it. Clenching her fists as she squeaks.Fuck this – I’m off to get a drink of water.It’s not even quiet in the kitchen, I can. Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten.
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