As I was tall, nearly 5’ 6, my figure was sharp. I appeared slim with meat at places where it was needed.The BackgroundThe story is of my mother’s...ancestral village which was quite a backward area in the state. There were fewer facilities like electricity and people were unaware of many technological advancements. My mother and I used to go there once a year as it was quite far away and difficult to live there.There were only 4 members in that family, the uncle, aunt, my grandmother, and my one. She could be kind and sensitive, though she had and still has a fiery temper. Mary`s husband had strong dominant tendencies, at one point he had asked though I suspect it was more demanded, that she would wear his mark, a small silver ring, not in the conventional way of course but pierced through some normally hidden point on her body. She decided to have it just above her clitoral hood, at that time of course, there were fewer places you could receive such a piercing and here in the wilds. "I haven't slept with him in months" she admitted, as her hand continued to move. I turned it over and began circling her palm with mine. "What a shame," I said. "You deserve more than that!"I felt a motion on the pillow beside me, and finally turned to look at her. She was looking right into my eyes, with a smile on her face. "Do you think so?" she teased."Uh huh" I agreed, and moved my head closer to hers. I could smell the scent she was wearing, and it was lovely. She closed her eyes and. My mother hates me. I was just another one of her mistakes.’ ‘You can’t mean that.’ ‘I do. My mother told me once during one of our many fights.’ ‘oh.’ I was quiet for a moment. ‘So, all those witch rumors were…’ ‘Rumors,’ she said. ‘Well, not entirely rumors. I do believe in it, but I don’t practice it. People tend to make up things to make their lives more interesting.’ ‘I thought so. I didn’t think you were evil.’ ‘I never said I wasn’t evil,’ she said and then smiled. I laughed and walked.