We have got two bedrooms in a flat and mom and me sleep in different rooms, at night somewhere around 1 o clock we started getting blank calls and mom...picked up and no one used to speak, I immediately picked up the parallel phone in my room and tried Uncle Arifs number and it was engaged so I knew it was him, again I hung up and the phone rang, my mom picked up and said hello, then I could make out uncle Arif change his voice and say in bengali “I want to talk to you” my mom asked “whos this?”. It was my money that fed her, clothed her, kept a roof over her head. The disrespect she showed me in light of all that filled me with rage- I had no idea how to control her. After all, I'd only been in her life a few years. What could I do that would make her listen to and respect me now that her mother was gone?"Yeah, okay, Rob," she snarked, rolling her eyes. She leaned against the kitchen counter boredly, texting on her cellphone. The bill was over $500 last month."That sack of cloth your. She asked Kiri about things to do. He offered her a ride with him through the city to the airport to pick up his partner, Toria. That would make it easy for him to give her a few pointers. She agreed. Kiri showed her three of the most popular locations. Then they proceeded to drive to the airport to wait on Toria. While waiting, they decided to go to a bar and grill inside the airport for drinks. Hannah ordered cranberry ginger ale while Kiri ordered scotch. They chatted and laughed while Kiri. She had one hand tucked between her white thighs and I could see two fingers moving in and out of the bush. I must have watched her for five minutes until I eventually threw her back her soiled panty. 'Don't leave yet mom', just as she turned to exit my room. 'You forgot to put your panty back on.' Mom didn't say a word, she didn't show any emotion, all she did was breath heavily, shiver violently and start to pull her panty up her shapely legs. When she was again clothed she made a hasty.