I waited to see if the light would go off again, or whether the argument would continue on. Much to my dismay, neither took place, and as I reached th...e end of my second cigarette, my cover story had literally gone up in smoke.I glanced over at the window one last time, hoping for something to stop me from going in, and that was when I noticed the crack between the blind, and the edge of the window. There was enough light to make me think I could get a glimpse inside, but I wondered if it was. After all, CF could not be that big of a deal, right? The next day after school, Randy had plans, so I went to the library to research Cystic Fibrosis. What I found there shocked me. I found pages and pages of articles telling me that most people with CF didn’t live to their teenage years, but never past their early thirties. It told of horrible, sticky mucous that clogged airways and made it impossible to breathe. I was so afraid and I wrote in my diary that night how scared I was to lose. When we couldn’t find anything to watch, Manik and I let Nirmola pick a pay per view movie. I lost interest in it pretty quickly, but when I tried to get up Manik grabbed my hand and pulled me back down onto the couch. “Please mom; don’t leave yet,” he whispered.I obliged and sat back down. Manik moved closer to me and continued to hold my hand. I thought nothing of it. Nirmola fell asleep as the movie approached its last fifteen minutes and I let go of Manik ‘s hand so I could carry her up to. Then he started to slide the toy in. Centimetre by centimeter. He watched the toy disappear all the way up to its flat base. My asshole was on fire. It was sore and uncomfortable. Id never wanted to try anal certainly not like this. He lifted his hand up and showed me the bulb connected to the lead coming out of my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. I felt my ass fill up more. It hurt. He watched the look in my eyes as he inflated it. Every squeeze made my ass stretch and stretch. He was finally.