But, as Clarissa said, things are changing, so I might end up doing more surgery than was done by ER docs in the past.”“Are you sure you’ll Matc...h?” Sarah asked.“Emergency Medicine and Internal Medicine are way down the list of most med school graduates,” I said. “If Clarissa and I put them at the top of our lists, we’ll very likely get our first choice with regard to hospital. The toughest one to Match is surgery. And a lot depends on your scores on the national exams we have to take. I’m. ” “Tell me the whole story, bit by bit, how it started and how it progressed?” Over the course of the next two hours, Mary poured out her heart to me. Her remarkable story left me with tears in my eyes as I tried to comprehend the chain of events that snowballed her situation. I could barely get a word in as Mary went through every graphic detail of her sordid affair with her son. The following story is an accurate account of what Mary told me what happened, over fourteen years ago... On the. I had big shit and cleaned my arse with a single bucket of water which I had filled in. As I was wearing my dhoti again I felt like shitting and there was slight loose motion. In the meantime someone had opened the tap in the bathroom. I thought someone might have come for brushing of the teeth or washing the face. Moreover it was common in our village for people to go the temple in the morning and on the full moon and new moon day there used to be big pooja. After completing my shit I realized. Well, not in that sense. In the other sense, well, wherever I went, people of both sexes threw themselves in hopes of getting porked by my prick.In just seventeen short years, all adults and adolescents on Earth aged fourteen and above were my eager and enthusiastic playthings as well as my obedient subjects, of course. I had only to snap my fingers and people would come running to surrender the booty to me. “Render to Caesar” took on a whole new meaning in the cultural lexicon. So did.