.." ...To when?" I ask."...Monday," Stuart says, making me sigh and rest my head on his shoulder."I mean, it'd get it over and done with sooner, and i...f I don't accept theoperation, I'm still booked in for next month, and I've stopped takingthe hormones so I AM ready, I can accept Monday, I just- just- ugh. I'dhave to go into hospital on Sunday, and that's the day after yourbirthday... I don't want to do that to you, not on that day of all days..." You should take it," I say."But- but you-". “Nah,” said my wife. “That’s not good for him. He cum, he starts to expect it. Starts getting ideas that he deserves it. Isn’t that right, baby? You don’t deserve to cum, do you?”I shook my head, no. I don’t deserve to cum.“Wow,” the guy said. “You?”I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. I could picture her vast smile, all toothy. “You’re sweet. Not today. I need to get cleaned up. Night out with the girls.”“So I’d better go, is what you’re saying.” And so he got dressed,. Fortunately, they didn't live far.When I arrived at the house, she said "I hope you're ready." "For what" I responded, pretending to be clueless. "Get out on the back patio and get completely naked like you were that night." I complied. Walking onto the back patio and tossing my clothes in a pile next to the stairs that led down to the concrete landing on the first floor. Now the back patio was fairly secluded, it was on the second story and had rails and an awning, but I wasn't completely. None of that is happening tonight. It’s just my parents and me with the television on. We’re in the Central Time zone, and Mom and Dad popped the champagne at eleven when the ball actually dropped in New York. They even let me have a glass of it. It was sour and tasted funny but it made me feel more grown up to be allowed to drink champagne with my parents when we toasted the new year.Mom and Dad finished the bottle while they stuck around watching the party on television for most of the next.