The baba said your son must marry before he turns 18. Barkha maa said sure I will find a girl for her as soon as I can , the baba looked at her n said...no he can’t marry any ordinary girl but only the one who brought him in this world that’s you he saidBarkha maa was shocked till the core, she said who can I , there must be some other way the baba said no there is no other way if you don’t do it he will dieBarkha maa was now in no position to say no she said ok I was happy hearing thisBaba also. He shivered hearing that. I'm a man . . . I'm a man . . . part of him cried out but his heart was racing, he wanted to dress for mommy, to feel lace and satin, to feel the straps and buckles and snaps, to be special . . . to be a . . . . no, no . . . “I'm a m—“ but the word and the thought faded . . . He looked at her and she smiled, "Dress for me, Devin."He put on stockings. He put on her bra. He burned with shame but as he put his arms through the straps, he also wanted to sing . . . then. There was no living room to speak of, save a futon that served as couch, and sometimes the bed, though he preferred sleeping on the floor, surrounded by mounds of large fluffy pillows and a thick goose-down comforter. Resting the tray on the floor, Dougray poured the tea into one of the brightly colored mugs, handing it to her with solemn reverence. She smiled, and he watched with rapt attention as her vermilion lips wrapped themselves around the rim of the cup. The bright whiteness of a pair. His fingers rested quietly on the back of my mid thigh, the knowledge of his intent, touching me intimately, was a bold declaration to my womanhood, I knew he had been masturbating himself between his wife and I, so I knew he was prepared, and I was his intended victim.I was exciting myself, magnifying the events for my own sexual gratification, my last sexual relations with my husband, was over a year back, so this intrusion was preparing causing my own body to respond in preparedness, I was.