"I want to see more. Take your pants down."Tom gulped. He looked hopefully at his sister. Karen just smiled andnodded her head in agreement with her f...iend. Aware of the consequencesif he objected, he undid his belt and pushed his pants down."All the way off," Becky continued when Tom stopped with his pants aroundhis knees. "Shoes too."Tom obediently kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants to the floor.He stepped out of them and stood embarrassedly before the girls, hishands covering the. When I was five minutes form home I texted Elena to let her know I would be home in a few minutes. When I walked in the front door Elena was standing there holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate. I took off my jacket and boots and thanked her and took sip, enjoying the hot liquid warm my insides. I headed out to the garage behind the house and installed the new battery on my Dad's truck. He had a dark grey, 2017 Dodge Ram 1500 Hemi. I closed the hood, opened the door to the truck and got. There was a lump on my head where I had hit the edge of my coffee table. Martin was in my kitchen making a sandwich, he seemed a little amused when I walked in."Welcome back."I stuck out my hand. "I'm Carter" Yes, I know. Your name is Carter Dawson. You were born in 1968. You're originally from Virginia, but your parents moved west to California, San Jose specifically in the early eighties. You just graduated with a bachelors in psychology from San Jose State. Pleased to meet you, finally." His. ?”, I spoke in almost a whisper of a voice. He turned around rapidly and was super embarrassed. He quickly pulled up his pants and zipped up.“Sss..ss..sorry ma’am..mai..”, he replied quickly and nervously, at a complete loss of words.“Kya aap..aap abhi mere baare mein soch rahe the?”, I asked him. I was surprised I was even asking him this. I should have been abusing and scolding the shit out of him. What was wrong with me?!“Ma’am, vo..vo..”, he quivered for some time, and then finally, sensing.