He said little during dinner and even less as he and Mona retired to their tent. While his wife gathered her towel and soap for her nightly bath in th... river, he waited. And when she left the tent, he quickly slipped into his pajamas and stretched out his sleeping bag. He didn't try the book again, realizing it wouldn't help.Damn, he cursed. His daughter was no better than a two-bit street walker and he couldn't get her out of his thoughts. He couldn't bury the tempting vision of her ripe young. Mai bachpan se hi mere dost ke ghar aana jana hone ki vajah se hamare relation ache the. O muje bhi apna beta jaise hi bartav karti thi Ek din jab me mere dost ke ghar gaya to o ghar me nahi tha aur aunty (me unhe aunty kaha karta tha) ghar ka kam kar rahi thi. Aunty ne kaha ki unka beta ghar me nahi hai to me jane nikla to aunty ne muje jane se roka aur kaha ki jara unhe me kam me madat karu Unhone ustime ek maxi pehani thi jo ki kam karne se pasine se bhigi thi isse unke figer achi tarah se. What he didn't know (and there was a lot by that point) would hurt him was my thoughts. Here he'd fucked around -- only not in the literal sense -- and I'd knocked his sexy blonde wife up with my child instead of his. I didn't fucking feel sorry for him; he could have given Mandy a baby anytime -- although I realized there was a lot more behind it than that. Mandy was the one who'd said she'd never wanted children and that's why I'd always fucked her in the raw, knowing that she was on birth. But they'd left the running of the companies to minor, more responsible relatives. Tony didn't mind, however, as this freed him to pursue his twin passions: women and painting. He fancied himself a Master of both, but lately neither seemed to produce what he would have considered satisfactory results. So, in a rare moment of introspection, he had decided to spend the summer concentrating on one, and as he'd grown jaded with the women he met in his preferred circles... The villa was one of.