I have even been privy to those odd characters that obsessively clean their hands or only step on certain color tiles as they walk through the mall. L...t’s face it, we are ALL fucked up in some way. I glared at my brother, who settled into his familiar megalomania, feeling he’d won a battle of maturity. I can only explain his gratification by assuming he is jealous. Yes, that’s it. Jealous, because at 40, he has been divorced twice, both times taken for all he had, and has virtually no artistic. "I must give him every opportunity to express himself sexually. If that is through giving him shows, then so be it." She then thought about what he wrote regarding her blouse and petticoat, and wondered if that was possible. She would have to talk to Abdul immediately, before he started making those new clothes for her. Of course, this would be like crossing another barrier, just like she crossed one last night with Binu. This would mean that the entire neighborhood would be lusting after her,. I'll be back when it's over." He went out the door.Pete called Kris on a burner phone as he pedaled Rani's clunky delivery bike back to the take out joint. "Kris, just listen. Call every desk sergeant and patrol chief you can in law enforcement. Have your family call in a hundred anonymous tips to Immigration, NYPD, FBI, fucking NASA and the Marines if you have to. There is a slaving murderer operating in our area, exploiting and selling helpless young girls. I know of at least six in captivity. "Are you sure you are comfortable with me fucking your best friend here?" Yes, Mom, more than comfortable, and I love you too. Is it better the second time?" Yes, because I have you here as a bonus." Damn right, give your mommy a kiss now, Pete," Sandra ordered him, leaning to him.After twelve seconds, she parted her lips. "Wow, you know how to kiss too, Pete."No one said a word for some time again as Pete, and I enjoyed the sexual aroma that came right off our moms like beautiful candles with.