What he was looking at was the clothes they had on. Clothes he wish he could have on. His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the ...arly evening he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt he could wear. He always knew he was different. When he was little he prefered to play barbie dolls with Missy instead of gun games with Jason. He always hated playing the father. Thodi der ke bad usne apni maa ko dabi hui aawaj me kaha ki “meri pyari rani thoda control kar wo uth jayega”. To uski maa ne kaha ki control nahin ho raha hai, kai dino se pyasi hoon jaldi karo. Uske bad pradip ne apna hath uski maa ke peticot ke under dal diya aur unke chutar masalne laga. Wo apni maa ke gale ke pass jor jor se chum raha tha. Uski maa ne pradip ko kas ke apni bahon me jakada hua tha aur pradip ke sir me hath dal kar pradip ko direct kar rahi thi. Tabhi pradip ne uski maa ki. He hadn’t put on his shirt yet and seeing him bare chested brought back the ache with a vengeance. “Morning,” she answered, the bite of that sexual frustration creeping into her voice.In the process of taking the cap off his deodorant, he asked, “Are you okay?”“Fine,” she said, trying to brush it off.“Which means you’re not. What is it?”She fully meant to say that she had the morning grumps. What came out instead was, “I came home last night so horny I couldn’t see straight. You were. I mean you wouldn't want us to share the same tissue paper or the same toilet paper that one of us had just sued to wipe our own ass, do you!!" Ivy making her point."Don't worry Meg. Ivy is saying that she will help you one day get your own personal male slave. Someone good looking or someone whose guts you hate. Maybe one of Charles's friends. I am sure Ivy can coerce him into giving out his own friends' dirty secrets. When you have their secrets, they become your slaves. You own them,".