“Off the record, Justin Phillips could use a dose of humility,” he said with a hint of irritation in his voice. “I hope your talk is persuasive,...but if it’s not, I’d advise you to leave any violence off of school property.”I nodded. “That’s totally understandable,” I said. “Is there any chance that you could arrange for a school assembly about rape for sometime this week?” I asked. “Once the arrests are made, I think that talking to the students about rape and all the different forms of it. He came in the door, and stood, staring at her."Hello Papa." What... what are you doing here?" I am healed, Papa. Can't you tell? This man, Jesus, who has been talkedabout throughout the land, has made me whole. And I praise the Almightyfor my healing."At first shakingly, then with growing confidence, she told them whathappened.She watched her father's expression change, the hard look that had becomeso familiar to her softened, and tears came to his eyes. He staggered, andsat down on a chair,. She only put on a robe and put a sign on her apartment door, “If you want a fuck come on in.” On her bedroom door was another sign, “If you see this sign you’ll have to wait your turn.”By supper time she’d welcomed eight new cocks into the place where only one high school boy had been a dozen times before she met her husband. The wickedness was exciting and especially when another hard cock was waiting as soon as the one fucking her dumped its load on her womb’s entrance. The thought of all. Next morning Sushma and the children went to their school leaving the house to me and my transformed MIL. The moment the school bus was waved away MIL caught hold of my hand firmly and Pulled to the dining hall. ‘Kiya rae mere piyrae gandu jamai babu?” She said in her usual husky voice,” Kis kis ka gand mara tum nae pichlae mahinae?”“Bol kiya Sushma ka gand paela tha?/ Kitne bar??”I laughed amd matched her obscene lingo with mine.” Meri myri Saasuji aap nae beti ko gand marwanae sikhaya he.