“Where are you going to stay da? You don’t even know how to cook, how will you stay here?” my sister asked, clearly the only one genuinely conce...ned about me. Mom returned and both she and dad echoed my sister’s query. Mom started listing the various relatives I can stay with, when I interjected, “I can perhaps stay at Anjan’s? I hate staying with our relatives, you know that! If I stay with Anjan, I can study with him too, in the evenings.” Dad was quick to raise the obvious concern, “We can’t. "Here," I said. "Lita is a legal visitor to the United States. Here is the visa in your passport."She squeaked, "I am very happy. What other thing?" A birth certificate." Good. I am a person." It needs to be studied." I handed it to her. "Look at the birth date. The year." !996." Were you born in 1996, Lita?"She smiled at me. Strange smile. "This document says so. Dave, there is no other to say I am not..." she squealed. "Eighteen. Not only am I legally in America, but I am eighteen in. Then, she got closer, whispered in my ear, mom has cameras all over the house, not in this room and not the basement, but everywhere else. And, those cameras have mics so she can hear shit too.It was at this momment i saw courtney take her spoon with a little residuals of the ice cream still on it and lick it slowly, mmmmmm do i love sweet cream. I bit my lip and she knew instantly i was intrigued. She then walked over between me and the island and intentionally pretended to accidently brush. “Hi David” I say, “would you like me to wash you”? “Yes and do much more” you reply. I kneel at the edge of the bath, behind your head and take the soap and I lather my hands. I start to massage the front of your neck very gently and slowly feeling how tense you get. After a while you sit up and lean forward a little to allow me to wash your back which I do. After I move my hands to the side and start washing your chest. I caress it gently concentrating on your nipples, running my fingers.