“Yeah,” I say as nonchalantly as possible. “Well, if you get lonely you could always try visiting my room,” she smiles innocently, but her ey...es are another story. I choose not to dignify it with a response and head to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and undress in front of the mirror. My sister and I share the same body, the same looks, but entirely different personalities. So as I stare at my naked body in the mirror and it stares back at me, in a way was I seeing my sister without. The sounds of sheets, bedsprings and gasps made it through the wall, the seeing helping the hearing, and though my hole would have been but a spot on the wall to Susan, I’d the impression that her eyes found mine.When we got back to the linen closet, Betty gave me a kiss. Aida gave me one, too, maybe a little longer.Later that night, into my room like a shadow came Aida.Did I have any say regarding losing my virginity? Or taking hers, for that matter? Not really, other than to warn her not to. .Mai pehle toh bed pe let gaya n usse bola rani aj tu mere liye dance karke apne kapde utaregi n mere bhi aur sath ne apne pati ko galliya degi jee bhar k q k mai janta hu k tera pati tuje chodta nai thik se.Uske aisi smile di muje music laga diya (kundi mat khadkao raja wala).Jo uske kamar n boobs hil rahe the dekh k mera lund khada hogaya..N vo galliya diye ja rahi thi. Mera pati sach me chutiyaa hi hai..Chodna kya hota hai sikha hi nai bhadve ne. Lund mano pilu sa n 5mins me toh fuss. Aj se. In a way I guess that will always be true.One thing that's a given among those who know of my love for poetry has been the inevitable inquiries about when I'm going to start writing my own. I've always demurred softly, pointing out that poetry is one of the creative arts that falls outside of a robot's skill set.Yet I cannot deny that over these last few short years I have now accomplished many other things that I once would have said exactly the same thing about.It would take much more than.