Laurie would have laughed at that, but I don’t think she was ever the woman her mother was.I always remained my usual antisocial, reclusive self, bu... something about having sex with my cousin must have softened me up a little. I still didn’t understand or trust people enough to open up and make myself vulnerable, but I think I’ve become more tolerant of their, uh, peculiarities, and in spite of my psychological dysfunction, I manage a relatively normal life, somehow. At least to outward. Bus fir kya tha mai kushi se uchal pada or daute hue unke floor pe pahunch gaya or door bell bajayi. Unhone door khola aur mai hairan reh gaya jab mane unhe night suit me dekha. Unki bra aur panty outline saf saf dikh rahi thi. Dil do kiya abhi pakad ke chod dun aunty ko lekin fir apne aap pe control kiya aur table pe chad ke tube light ko start kar diya. Wo boli chai pioge beta maine bola theek hai aunty. Jab wo kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi wow unki ass kya mast thi yaar so big ass mai jaldi. She walked toward the door, holding onto me as long as she could, and when she stepped out of the room, she looked back at me, looking scared, like I was going to disappear or something.Part of me felt the same way.Before anything else, I described this to Jordan.She smiled. "Good. That means you're close to completion." She noticed my confused expression and rolled her eyes. "I mean that with one or two more Fonti, you'll have all you need."I guffawed and pointed at the door. "I can't stop. I promised her that Weena would call if there were anything to report from Patrick's school. And that was that.Mona wanted to know what I had been laughing about, so I printed the page from the BBC for her. She didn't "get" it. I explained that, apparently, Mr. Darrell felt that I had interfered with his real estate / development deal up in Geraldton — even though it was Chaz' report and Chaz on the Channel 7 broadcast — and had been looking for land down in the Wine Country. But here were two.