The table at the alcove was free and so I sat there, where I had sat on dozens of occasions before, and as ever, I rubbed Laskhmi's belly and breasts ...or luck. The restaurant was quiet, just three tables occupied - two tables were occupied by couples and the third by group of four businessmen. There groups were all eating main courses, and as it was getting past nine, I figured I might be the last customer.The waiter arrived with a menu and wine list, apologising if I had been waiting. He was. I could not believe my eyes and it must be a dream! What I am seeing. The woman whose breast I was kneading and licking was my own blood sister! She gave us lot of money recently and now I understood from where that money came. A prostitute! From my own aristocratic family. They will hang themselves if they ever know that their only daughter is selling her body like a whore. I could see the horrifying look on my sister’s face. Her already white face turned even paler. Sree Hari, you and I heard. ..stop!!...stop!!!” The egg froze its upward progress stopping just short of his mother’s giant fared purple glands inside him. “what do you say?” “I-I im sorry mommy” “for what?” “for…fuck you” he said defiantly. “Wrong answer honey” She grunted, pushing hard, the egg slid up to her dickhead making it expand. “stop! Stop! Stop!, okay, I’m sorry for bothering you…” “That’s all you had to say baby. I’m going to pull out now, ok dear?” “ok, thank you mom” She lifted him, sliding her length out of. ”“Why?” Blaine asked. “They don’t fear anything, and it looks like Admiral Redmill was saving them for this big attack. It would be like a pro football team told they have to play a high school team. The pro team wouldn’t prepare because they would be too confident.”“I never thought about that,” I admitted as I sat down. Blaine sat on the other couch so he could face me. “I was thinking more about this mission. If you heard, Corsica and Ipanema have to escort Zulu all the way to the Sa’arm held.