"What? Do you expect me to move to Kuwait, Desh? All of a sudden?" asked an alarmed Manya. The kids were now in a stage where their education was impo...tant, it was the middle of a school year and they could not move right away."Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh. Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out what it was."Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have talked about this before. I do not want to move,. "I don't actually work for them," Tara replied with a smile. "That means I can't use their studios." Randi has a makeshift studio in her basement," J.C. put in. "At least she did last year." She does?" Brock asked. "Why?" She's a kid with too much money," J.C. replied succinctly. "Since she was using the pool here, they put in a small studio in her basement. It has sound mixing equipment, cameras, lights, the whole thing. I'm surprised she hasn't shown it to you. She was pretty impressed when. She lay on top of me with me still inside her and softly said, “What about supper?”“Perhaps we need to hire a cook for the week days to have supper in the oven ready for us. We are both busy and cooking is not our first priority.”Lisa laughed throatily. It was a sound that I love dearly and associate with her sexy self. She said, “We could but I have something quick in the fridge when we’re ready to go in there.”We had a nice salad later that evening. Friday was a light day with the only thing. One of the oldest men's clubs in the world had been destroyed in a terrorist attack during an annual meeting, with a death toll of over three hundred men. It was now an unofficial civil war. Things were odd at home for me. I had a beautiful Mother, and little sister was barely a year younger than me whom I had always gotten along with well. I couldn't dream of doing anything wrong to either of them, and yet in the past year they both seemed to be a lot quieter around me, and I didn't know why..