So we all 4 agreed to sleep in our room, which had the working cooler.After dinner, we had our normal walk on the terrace for some time and then came ...own to sleep in our room. I used to sleep in my boxers daily, my wife in her lingerie, and my my mother-in-law used to sleep in saree itself as she’s not used to western wear.We all slept on the floor as bed won’t be sufficient for all of us. I slept on the side of cooler and there’s my son in between me and my wife, and at the end, my MIL was. So, I'm prepared toprove it to you."I looked at her, and just said, "A witch?" Yes. A witch. A good witch."I just shook my head, and said, "There is no such thing. Let alone a goodone."She smiled and said, "Yes there is. Do I need to prove it to you?"I just nodded yes.She got up and offered me her hand. I took it and stood. She then led meout to the back yard and to a secluded grassy area, behind a greenhouse,that was surrounded by a high hedge. After we'd walked through theopening, I sensed. I was pretty sure Daddy would laughabout it, but I also knew I didn't need his respect to have his affection.That was such a safe feeling.And they did fit well. Which made me notice my mom and I sorta share thesame shape. Short. Thick. Big asses, especially for white people. 'Yougot your ass from her,' the source of faggot thoughts in my head said.'Shake what your momma gave you.'Also started becoming conscious of men behind me. How could I not. Blackmen especially. That made me feel. As it turned out, LaFrance came out first. He headed to the bar for a beer, and Jean and I bracketed him once he got there. The way he was half facing the bar, I managed to stick a gun barrel into his gut and Jean did the same for his back in the region of his kidneys. LaFrance kind of deflated when he felt those two guns pressing into him. Jean walked him to a chair while I told the bartender who we were and what we were doing. His niece had been kidnapped a few years ago, so he was on our.