I was staring at a laptop, praying that I had an answering email.Could life get any weirder?Let's see...At forty-three years old, I died in a car / tr...uck accident and got miraculously misplaced into the body of a dying fourteen-year-old boy. The boy suffered massive head injuries, which necessitated agonizing several surgical procedures, and barely survived.The mother of the fourteen year old was smoking hot and as attracted to me as I was to her, and we had an extraordinary love affair.Yep.. They were on their way to the main convent located in Brussels and were both quite sun-tanned from spending a year in Africa tending the newly converted flock in a church sponsored outreach program.The civilian man smoking was traveling with what was obviously his secretary. She was not young and not old. She was at an age where the bloom is starting to come off the petals and her facial wrinkles were starting to give her still attractive face lots of character that revealed her age to any male. The ones that survived the best had huddled together in the bathrooms with towels jammed around the doors. Out of an eight bed facility only twenty four survived. Eighteen girls and six boys. None were older than seventeen or younger than fifteen. They were all pretty shocky. I got them outside with arms full of blankets, still in their blue uniforms and slippers. I stripped the back of the van. Once everyone was aboard I headed for the local Burger King. I figured that if a kid could be taught. Pramod started sleeping in a separate room as he kept arguing that he wants his privacy. I regularly found stains on his inners and I know he wants to masturbate in the night, that’s why he wanted to sleep in a separate room. Also, he started to bathe on his own.One day when I was cleaning Pramod’s room, I found local sex stories book under his bed. I got shocked and I understood that he is not going on the right path.In the evening both of them came back from school. I asked Prasanth to go to.