Much of my visual inspection of her recently had been upon her legs... and her bottom. Now here that lay, exposed to my eyes and within arms' reach. T...he sheer silk nightgown hid nothing; the skimpy panties ran between the cheeks of her ass and left no mystery. The middle-aged ass before me was mine for the taking.So I reached out with my arm and grasped one cheek roughly.The old lady sighed.It was not the first ass I'd ever fondled, but it was the eldest. It was nothing spectacular, looking. She let out a little giggle That tickles, stop. Giggling again and half heartedly trying to bat my hand away When you tell me what you call it, I will. Its embarrassing. Tell me. Still gently rubbing and another little giggle left her lips. Its, its called a..a v..agina, vagina. As she squirmed away, out of reach of my fingers. Smile on her lips and in her eyes too. Thats right it is, but when boyfriend and girlfriend are like this, its called a cunt. Do you understand? A cunt. She nodded in. Kaka nei mujhe khar kiya, mei nei deewar pei legi purani gheri ki aur dekha tau heiran reh gayee hamei sirf 4 minute hue thei aur mei samjah rehi thi jaise ghanta bher lund chus rehi thi mei kheri hui aur mur kei eik puran chair pei apna hath rekh kei apni tang phela kei kheri hui—mujhei pata tha kaka ab mujhei shant kerengei, ufff kitna intajar tha mujhe unki ungliyon ka, 5 second, 10 second, 12 sscond per kuch nehi hua…mei nei mur kei dekha kaka badminton ka net aur rackets nikaal rehe. ”“How long,” I ask.“Six months to a year if the cancer treatments don’t work,” Paula answers.I try to hold back tears as I walk into the room. “Holy shit,” the girl sitting at the desk says.“Karen!” Paula scolds.The boy looks up and says, “Wow, you wrote the song ‘Bully’!”The girl in the wheelchair turns her wheelchair around and starts to cry. I rush over to her, scoop her up and hold her tight while she and I cry.We all sit down to talk as the nurse leaves. We chat about stuff, like school.