Now I once again called her by her name. As there was no response I slowly put my hand on her waist over the sari. The other open side of waist is to ...y side. I didn’t move it for a few seconds. After that I moved it slowly, in a cinematic way. There was no response. Now I took hold of it tightly. My hands could feel the stiffness and softness of her waist even from above the sari. My manhood bulged and was throbbing. My heart started beating rapidly. Slowly moved a little bit down and kissed. Her name, she said, was Blythe, and she was going home to Johannesburg with her children after visiting her sister who had married an American and settled in New York."I'll be glad to get home. We had a wonderful time but I'm missing my husband... and my home. Living out of suitcases palls after a while."He introduced himself and told her what he had being doing in the States. "I'll also be glad to get home but there is no loving wife waiting for me," he laughed."Don't laugh too loud," she said. " Yes." I really love you." I love you too, baby."I got up and gave her a kiss goodnight and went to myroom. I was feeling a little better that she didn't freakout or tell me she was going to send me to my aunts orsomething.sleep didn't come easy that night. When it finally did, Idreamt of my mother on her hands and knees resting ona bright, silver platter presenting her luscious asscheeks to me for my consumption. I bit into her plumpcheeks until I almost tore the skin. It was then I awokewith. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the "something" he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose. My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred years,.