"No. No," I tried to reassure her."You're not disappointed in me? You don't hate me?" She cried."Oh god no. I don't hate you. Come here baby."I held m...y arms out and she practically flew into them and curled up on my lap with her head on my chest."Why would you think I hate you?" I asked."Cause of what you saw," she whispered."I could never hate you. You're my daughter. I love you." I said trying to reassure her as I wrapped my arms around her.We sat there for a while in silence as she cried in. Khair ab mein apni nai tisri story par aati hu…. Jaisa ki maine apni pichli story mai likha tha ki kis tarah maine apne pati ki gaand mari thi jis se unhe kafi dard bhi hua tha aur khoon bhi nikla tha, do dino tak wo thik se poty bhi nahi ja sake, maine kai baar unki gaand mein dawa lagai, tisre din wo bilkul thik ho gaye, lekin ek baat man na padega ki itna dard aur taqlif hone ke bawjood bhi mere is karya se wo bahut khush the, ab mere pati mujhse bahut hi jyada pyar karne lage the, maine. ” She did not have to ask me twice.After a refreshing shower and getting a new suit I returned to the treatment room. Cateria was checking on the infant while she was closely observed by the Ithe women. Her little boy stood forlorn in the middle of the room.I walked over to him and he backed off hugging his stuffed animal even tighter. So I went to my knees and said as soft and friendly as I could. “What is the name of your friend there?”His stalk eyes focused on me and he said with a weak. She usually had a girl friend nearby and I was the designated cover man to insure him time to work on his primary target. As a consequence, I met a number of very attractive and nice girls and we often found enough similarities to enjoy each other’s company for a month or two. My sex life was probably double or perhaps triple what it would have been had I not been Jerry’s cover man. This more or less came to an end in our senior year. He set his sights on a beautiful advertising major named.