He’d come home a mess. When he did play with the other children, he was always the “go fer”. You know, “Chrissy, get me a drink,” or, “C...rissy, get us something to eat.”She talked to her husband about doing some manly things with him, like tossing a ball, or going fishing. Chris hated it. He couldn’t throw – well, he did throw like a girl. He couldn’t catch anything, either. As often as not, a grounder would end up in his face, or his crotch putting an end to that father-son outing. . My mom called me and told that vasanthi was cumin to stay there with me for sumtime as her husband is out of station for a month and their daughter shilpa was having school so it wud be nice if I too had some company. I was first a bit resistive coz of my freedom but i was convinced and i placed the receiver back. it was evenin and i had plans to go out. but was spoiled. After sum 10 mins, i got a call and it was athai(aunty). She told me it was long since she had seen me and she will cum at 7. “Fuck!” I screamed and began to writhe in pain as the graze in my arm began to bleed again.His face twisted with a horrible smile, and with a low groveling voice, “not a bad idea…”As he kept my hands pinned down, he began to unbutton his pants with his free hand.Horror and disgust filled my mind, and I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My eyes widened in fear before managing to cry out, “Get off of me!”Before I could say anything else, his dick flopped out in front of my very eyes.. Alone in front of the bar stood Mr. Z, arms folded across his chest, his face expressionless, as though he'd never met me before. Never mind he'd never been a cuddly guy or an outwardly warm father in his interactions with his daughters, but he'd at least acknowledged my existence before now. He'd even attended a couple of my games, and my parents and I had watched some of the girls' soccer matches."Hello, Mr. Z." I knew better than to offer my hand.No answer.I tried a little bit of a smile, an.