That was excessively selfish. Besides, I didn't know how long it was going to last. It might be for a few days, or for as long as we lived. That last ...hought gave me pause, spending my entire life with that group of women. Could I do that? I didn't know. I had been looking for one woman that I could be with. Suddenly, I had five.I was lost in thought as we stepped into a t-shirt shop (guess what they sell). Renée walked directly to the counter. The girl behind the register looked up from her. She is my mom’s sister. From my childhood she was very fond of me and used to stitch dress for me. Her structure is 38-32-40. She used to wear only saree. I’m 32-28-34. My mom told me to go to her house for stitching the dress and if possible stay over there for a day and get stitched and come. I too agreed and went to her house by morning 10am. She was doing some work and told to sit in sofa and watch TV. She came by 10.40. She just started talking in a ordinary way like how is my mom, me like. Brian hasn't been conscious since the accident and doesn't know about Beth. Daddy is afraid it's going to kill him. He hated to leave. I think he wanted to be here to support Brian when we tell him."Ummm. Hank was here. JoAnna came with him but rode back with Coulter. Hank had some business in town, up here. He looked like he wanted to find that truck driver and tear his head off. Honestly, mom. Daddy wasn't much better. I think he is going to bury that company so deep even their accountants. .." she started.She then proceeded for the next twenty minutes or so to give me a mini sex lesson, she then decided it was getting late and maybe we should continue this in the morning ... glancing down she then noticed from the tenting effect in my pyjamas I still had my "little problem" as she referred to it."Jesus!, - what does it take to make that thing go down?" she exclaimed.I then noticed she herself looked rather flushed also and had a rather funny look in her eyes ... she then learned.