Me:- Maami ji, I am very happy.Maami:- Why?Me:- Now we will live together for 21 more days (I am feeling very lucky).Maami:- Hmmm.. In these bad times... the only good thing is that you are here with me.Me:- Maami, it means we will stay naked for the next 21 days.Maami:- Are you mad, lucky? What about groceries, milk, and vegetables?Me:- I will wear clothes to bring groceries and vegetables.Maami:- Milk?Me (jokingly and looking at her big boobs):- Mami ji, we have two milk tankers at home, why. Oh Jesus fuck me!"It scared the hell out of me. I stood still on the landing and listened and I could make out a woman's voice, "oh god oh god oh yes do it do it fuck me baby fuck me." I should have turned around and got the hell out of there, but curiosity got the better of common sense and I tip toed up the stairs and slowly made my way toward the sounds. The kitchen was off the dining room, which was, in turn, off the living room and from the kitchen you could look through the dining room. "You can be assured that this is not going to somehow count against you. In fact, I will consider this a great duty you are performing for me." But why are you entrusting it to me? I'm sure you trust your older slaves more than you do me. Why not have one of them do this for you?" Because you are the one being Presented, Amanda, not them." Surely your other slaves service them as well, master?" Yes, but this will not..." Or are you considering another reason?"By this time, Amanda's eyes glared. ‘James County Emergency Operations Center dispatching Engine 19, Ambulance 20, and Medic 15,’ the radio said. ‘Report of a man experiencing chest pains, the Gotwell Residence, Arlington Road, one mile from the intersection with Route 19.’ ‘Gotta go,’ Larry said. ‘Sounds like Mr. Gotwell’s vapor-locking again.’ He grabbed his portable radio, slid out of the booth, and headed for the door. ‘Medic 15 to Control,’ he said into the radio as he walked toward the door, ‘Show this unit responding.’.