You don't like I made adecision without your permission. I can punish my son how I see fit. Ido not need your approval for every little thing I do wit... Daniel." Taking away his car and putting him in a dress are not little things Heis not your son, he is our son. I talk with you about getting him a car,to make sure you were fine with it. You need to make sure we are on thesame page.We might have gotten a divorce from our marriage that does not mean wegot a divorce from being parents. We need to. They thought I was too lucky. That's a laugh! Me, lucky. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have lost my mom, dad, brother and sis in a car wreck. I was trapped in the mangled wreckage with their dead and dying bodies for three hours, you call that lucky? I sure don't. So what I didn't have a mark on my body, I had scars on my soul. Somehow, that fact, that I didn't even have a mark or bruise, caught the attention of someone who was looking for strange events like that. I over heard the social worker. I am going to narrate a real story which happened between me and my neighbour aunty.Coming to the story, I live in a small town in south India. I am 6 feet tall and have an average body. Next to my house, my beautiful aunty, the heroine of the story lives. Her husband is working as a software engineer in the city and so he comes rarely to the house. She has a kid who is of 7 years of age and goes to the school. And my aunty’s name is Priya and she is about 32 years.Priya is damn hot and sexy. “You’re prettier than Lucas mentioned,” Riley said, in a low booming voice that made all the hairs on my body start to quiver.I had no retort because my heart was rattling so agitatedly that my ribcage almost exploded. With a chuckle, Riley then invited me in.When he led the way, he said, “I hope you like Osso bucco, because Lucas is a great cook. I had never heard of this dish but would’ve been happy to eat dog food to have sex with Riley.As we stood watching Lucas doing his thing in the.