So when my parents and I would be gone there would be a babysitter. She was a lovely girl, a few years younger then me and best of all; she only lived...a few houses down the road. When I would be home earlier then my parents I would have some chat with her and pay her from the money my parents kept for this occasion. I had noticed she was sexy with her red blond hair.Now when my parents were also gone I would try to make it home earlier to catch a glimpse of her. It would work some times, since. “What? I am ok, dear. What were you saying? Not today. You are coming next Saturday?” I was pressing her breasts, kissing her neck, pushing her against the sofa’s back by pressing her buttocks.She was trapped between me and the sofa. I knew she was speaking with her husband on the phone. “What? Mama and Priya are coming today,” Padma Aunty was speaking. My right hand drifted down into her panties, “No, stop it. No, Dear, not for you. The neighbour’s cat is inside the house.”Padma Aunty looked. They used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they just wanted me to lose the control of my bowels so that they could wash me with the hose. I still do not know how I did not lose my mind. All this came to end then the wires short-circuited during one whipping and all the lights went out. I was barely conscious but I could hear yelling. After a moment a new guy with a flashlight came to door. He took a look at me and then the real. Never mind he'd never been a cuddly guy or an outwardly warm father in his interactions with his daughters, but he'd at least acknowledged my existence before now. He'd even attended a couple of my games, and my parents and I had watched some of the girls' soccer matches."Hello, Mr. Z." I knew better than to offer my hand.No answer.I tried a little bit of a smile, an earnest but still manly effort, I hoped, that projected reassurance, no threat to his daughter's welfare."How are you, sir?"No.