My wife also recommended me for that girl. Finally I agreed to start tuition for that girl in my house. ABC come regularly to my house and used to sit... near me with my son and concentrated in Maths.Mean time I used to punish slightly by pinching her earlobes slightly whenever she made mistkes.She also welcomed those little punishments.My son will study 30 minutes and use to go to sleep. All these were happened in front of my wife. She never suspected us because ABC is small girl. One Evening my. Margaret and Mom put my old robe and some socks on me and I was naked and they both saw me but I didn’t care. It hurt a lot to move but it was more of a sore hurt and not so much a bayonet in the back hurt.It seemed like forever but finally they put us both in wheelchairs and took us downstairs. Our families were waiting with different cars and I thought that meant I was going home with my parents. The nurse helped me in the front passenger seat and Dad reclined it and I shut my eyes. Then Mom. By the next block, however, the teenage girl thought the wetness might be something else. The urge to pee grew suddenly, and she wished she had thought to go to the bathroom before leaving the house.Too late now, she’d never make it back. Hoping to find some place to go, Helen quickened her step. A service station would do, or a restaurant maybe. Even a Port-a- Potty. Anything. At the next block the teenage girl hesitated. Which way to go? She could see nothing that would help her, and couldn’t. "Tonight, it's late, we're tired, you'd only have to come back in the morning. Only logical to stay here tonight." Oh? Yes. I suppose so. " Kevin kept his eyes on his plate."Want more?" I asked, wondering how graceful I was going to be refilling it.Kevin turned from his plate to me. He stared at me a while, taking in my disheveled appearance."Food?" he asked with a grin. "No. I'm fine."I am not going to blush I am not going to blush, I told myself even as I felt my cheeks go pink."I guess I.