We reached the home and my granny welcomed me in and my uncle’s child smiled at me. But my aunt isn’t there. I was looking for her but couldn’t ...ind her.Later I went to the room to change my dress. I directly went to the bathroom to take bath, at the time my uncle said that they all will be leaving to temple now and asked me to join to which I said No.“Lakshmi will come by evening from work, I guess we will be back home late and ask her not to prepare our dinner.” Said, my uncle. I din’t know. She ran to me and jumped on me. “Uncle Ramonnnnnn! YAY” I spinned her around twice and let her into the car. I turned my back to the window and covered it up so she couldn’t see me flip her mom the bird. “I got yo ass.” As soon as I turned around and headed back to the car, I heard a man’s voice tell her fuck that weak ass nigga. I started to walk and heard Quisha arguing with him. Even though she and I sometimes disagreed, she wouldn’t let too many niggas say anything but my guess is she. A moment later he came by slowlyand stopped again, now heading the correct way."Thanks for the help. Could I buy you a drink Miss, if you have a fewminutes? My meeting doesn't start until 7:30 and I..."I cut him off, "I appreciate your offer sir, but I've got to get back,Thanks." And I turned at the block where the Audi was parked. I wonderedif how I'd spoken had sounded to manly, '300 hundred yards' seemed veryspecific. I lived in a small Village but the Green attracted quite a fewpeople to. I went and bought a textbook on the subject and found several cases studies that all said the person carrying this fetish around on their backs were generally women. The book said they were subject to a poor self-image and had a personality that thrived on sensuality and the power of attracting the opposite sex by enhancing their physical assets as much as possible. My sister had always been into fancy undies and cheap perfume and was always looking for ways to build her make-up skills with.