,Thank you for the kind feedback. Your letter was wonderfully articulate and beautifully written—so much so that I almost wish I was indeed whoever ...it is you think I am. That I managed to capture or characterize something in such a way that leads you to believe that I’m drawing on your (or someone’s) actual experience is a compliment of sorts, and I appreciate it. But I assure you, all of my stories on this Web site, including this little triptych, are the products of my imagination. Fiction.. "Ms. Tabler the doctor will see you now. Please follow me," the nursecalled for Tammy.She looked at her mother hoping she would follow her. She followedbehind the nurse and her mom was right behind her. They had a goodrelationship as mother and son but now they were even closer. They werebrought into a room that looked like most doctor's offices, sterile andlifeless.The nurse did the preliminaries taking Tammy's height, weight and allher vitals and then laid a gown on the table for her to. Daily ki tarah mai chhat par soya tha tabhi chachi upar aayi aur mere bistar se thodi duri par hi apni bhi bed laga li, jahaan se mai use andhere me bhi saaf dekh sakta tha, dono me se kisi ko nind nahi aa rahi thi. mujhe pata tha ki agar chachi ko ek baar porpose kiya jaaye to wo taiyaar ho sakti thi so maine samay na ganwate huye apne haath se chachi ke haath ko thora touch kiya wo kuch nahi boli aur mere taraf dekhkar muskura di. Mai samajh gaya ki case positive hai so mai unke karib gaya. Carla and Rachel started swaying and dancing alone to the music. I just sat and watched them. Carla was a good dancer, she'd had dance lessons from the time she was six she told me. She started trying to teach Rachel how to do the splits, and I got to see both of their panties. Carla could get all the way down in her split, but Rachel still had at least six inches left when she'd fall back. Carla stood up and started talking about flexibility and then she lifted a leg straight up, over her head.