And the curiosity also was super. After the death of my father my mom and I sleep together in my mom’s bed room. From the period of my father, our d...nner time is 8.30, after dinner all the servants returned back to their rooms, till now the time schedule is same.I noticed during few months my mom, after returning from office, she keeps her busy in make up her. Always she keeps her tip top. Every evening my mom take a bath and then she dried her hairs and put her feet in hot water and after that. “That shower is mine.” Our eyes locked, neither of us wanted to back down. In addition to the joking relationship we had, we had also gotten into many fights because of our mutual tendency to never back down. I guess you can call it a competitive edge, but it was more extreme than that. Especially with each other. Without breaking eye contact I reached in and turned on the water, then put my hands on my waistband and started to slowly pull my boxers down. Still looking, she completely disrobed. I say mostly because of changing the names of the guilty, but also because I have forgotten most of the names that I did know. I am writing from a series of memories that may be somewhat clouded, and I embellished a little to keep it from containing the boring parts. I hope you enjoy this journey into my sordid past. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 1 I awoke with a hangover. Dry mouth, headache and a taste of cat-shit. I slowly came to life and opened my eyes. I was greeted with an. Some of theseAsian ladygirls are just unbelievable. I did make it into the court asfourth runner up which was good I think. Karl seemed happy. "We can usethese pictures of you in the court in our advertising I think."The party that night was a ball. Afterward we went to several barsaround town that featured ladygirls and had a good time. The next dayKarl took me out to sight see. I played tourist and I wore this greatlittle sundress with wedgies and sunglasses. I had been to the.