In between her sobs, she said: “You made mamma, happy, you made mamma happy!” My mother in spite of giving birth to four c***dren, having very hap...y relationship with my father, never experienced orgasm. She met my father in a charity ball, arranged by the church in Calcutta, liked him and within a year married immediately after finishing her high school. My face was facing her right breast. I was confused at her sudden crying and babbling. She kissed my head repeatedly, saying, “My baby, my. At least he wasn’t lazy. It didn’t dawn on her that she could probably do the same thing if she owned a lawnmower.“I’ve got this one to finish and one more up the street to do before I’m done for the day,” Jack said. He shifted his shoulders trying to ease some of the tension out of them.“Do you mind if I wait around for you to finish?” Abby asked licking her lips nervously.“That’s fine with me, but it’ll take an hour or more for me to finish. You might be more comfortable waiting for me at the. Not unlike a satyr, in fact, except that it possesses bodies rather than having its own. It left its traces and imprint on your mother and you, not to mention your sister, but it was always stronger with you than with Stephanie or Hortense, because you’re male. It always bonds more with masculine energy than feminine for some reason.“You only had a bit of its residue, its energy touching you, and your life was already a wild, wanton adventure in debauchery, wasn’t it? Now that you’re a wearer. ’ ******* Her limbs felt like leaden weights. ‘Abby, please,’ a sweet familiar voice beckoned in the dark void she floated in. Abigail blinked her drowsy eyes open to the sight of Gabriel looming over her. ‘Gabe—’ she sighed, and then frown when she saw how scratched up and bruised he was. ‘What happened?’ He kissed her. ‘That doesn’t matter, baby. I need to take you home.’ Abby bit her lip. ‘Daniel said you wanted to sell our home.’ He caressed her face, eyes intense. ‘Stupidity on my part..