The "perp" would be under arrest and frisked thoroughly. Later she would be placed into a chair, with her dress hiked up, exposing her legs to her pan...ies then the "detectives" would ask her questions like "Where's the money?" and "Who are you working with" as they felt their victim up. Occasionally, we would exit the room leaving the "perp" and one of the "detectives" for a personal interrogation. For this exercise, a dice was rolled to determine the amount of time that this interrogation. .. the guy and the other girl were having sex ... your mother wasn’t—yet,” I clarified.The girls threw each other an appalled glance, then each picked one of my shoulders and began to sob on it, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around them and held on to them as I’d been doing all their lives.“Are we gonna live with you?” Evelyn asked, skipping to the bottom line.“Depends on what you want,” I answered after taking a couple of seconds to catch up. “As old as you girls are, family court will. I am a mixed-race woman. My father was an American diplomat, and my mother was Indian. I was born and raised in India. It wasn’t until I completed my education I moved to Australia.It was 9:30 at night. Our dinner was made, and boys were sent to the room where they were supposed to sleep. But for my sisters and me, there was no room. Principal sir held us back. The other 5 teachers who taught us other subjects decided to spend the night at the school with us.Once the boys had settled in their. ‘Hi Clara. Why don’t you get rid of those clothes and show me what you got under them?’ She quickly undressed down to her elegant lingerie. For a woman in her fifties, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Her small breasts were still firm, and her stomach was muscled. The legs were so well shaped that I could not believe my eyes. ‘Wow! Are those legs real or are they photoshopped?’ She grinned and put her right leg on the bench. ‘You can touch it if you like.’ I shyly caressed the back of her.