At this Simran made off towards the door, having had just about enough of this. Before she could grab the door handle Sofia spoke out again.“I guess...you don’t love your Freedom, do you Simran? (the words had the desired effect as Simran stopped dead in her tracks and as she turned to face Sofia her eyes fell in a final show of her submission – Sofia’s dark eyes just bored into Simran and she was much harder with her next words) Now stop teasing me you slut and get that blouse and skirt off, I. I lived at home and commuted to the university. And dad was always at work. I think my mom missed my sister so much she used to cry at times. I had often seen her swollen eyes when I got back from school.When I got back home, mom always got energized. She brought me food and used to tell me all the things that happened during the day, who called, and who she talked to on phone and things like that. I had never looked at my mom sexually. She was 40 years old, but she was skinny and had a shapely. I think we both had the same idea in mind, but I noticed the old Rally cars. Poor Wendy.I called."Dal?" I asked."Yah?" Those old cars in the barn," I asked, "Who do they belong to?" The family, I suppose," he said."Do they run?" Mostly, why?" I want to run one in the nostalgia race," I said.That got a hmm."The Triumph Gloria Six."The Triumph Gloria Six was a full bodied two door sedan, with a 1991 cc six-cylinder overhead inlet and side exhaust valve designed by Coventry Climax and modified and. She showed him how to access the report. He sat down and startedto go over it. Some of the figures didn't seem right. He made anote on his pad about it and continued. There was another sectionthat didn't correspond with the section he had marked down. Henoted that also. His job as a junior clerk had prepared him wellfor this sort of thing. He finished going over it and printed outa hard copy of it. On the hard copy he made notes in the marginabout how he thought the figures were possibly wrong..