The older woman was seated on the couch with a big bowel of candy in easy reach, watching television as she waited for the next group of monsters to t...rn up on the doorstep. Taking a few deep breaths to prepare herself, Trisha launched herself into the room.She had to get through the room quickly so that her mother didn't have the chance to get a good look at her and so she walked across the room as quickly as she could without actually running. She spoke so quickly and breathlessly that it was. ” “You will come to my house tonight.” “Yes, Anghal.” “Don’t try to fool me, Kakoli! Battery acid is cheap – I can easily get another can.” “Yes, Anghal…” “Brother, I need your help!” “What is it, Kakoli?” “Anghal has threatened me that he will do to me what he did to Shimani, if I don’t come to his house tonight.” “That son-of-a-whore! I’ll get our brothers and beat him to death!” “No, brother! He deserves to suffer his whole life, just like Shimani does. I’ve got a plan that will punish him. “You’d better finish up. Your father’s going to be home soon. We’re going out to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Franklin.” She started to leave and stopped. “You’d better go, too, Ethan. I wouldn’t want my husband to find out what you’ve been doing here with Kiva. Make sure you get cleaned up, Kiva. You’re going with us. Okay?”“Okay.” Kiva put up no argument. She was relieved that her mother wasn’t going to kill her just for having Ethan in her room, much less for what she was doing with him. She. Then I realized she was wearing a dress of exactly same pearlish incandescence as the glow in the room. Well by calling it dress I am just resorting to euphemism. It was a short chemise or one of those negligees that are negligible actually. It started halfway from her beautiful breasts and ended in frills at her crotch. But considering her albatross white skin had same color as her chemise, the extent of her dress or rather lack of it did not manifest itself upfront. By the time it did, i had.