I struggle to my feet and manage to half turn before I feel his hand around my throat. I step backwards; once, twice and then my shoulder blades hit c...ld plaster. I feel him step in closer, feel his hand around my throat tighten and push upwards forcing the tips of my heels off the floor. His breathing is heavy in my face and pungent with the smell of garlic."Bastard." I scream it into his face, spraying him with spittle."Fucking bastard." "Fucking useless, limp dicked, cocksucking bastard." I. "I felt a surge of fear. Oh no, something's wrong. Mom's sick. Isqueezed her hand a little tighter."Just say it, Mom," I whispered, preparing for the worst.My mother looked at me with her confused, pained eyes and said, "Yourfather and I know that you're still dressing up in my clothes and thatyou want to be a woman."I let go of her hand and sat back in my chair, stunned into silence.Mom took another deep drag on her cigarette and exhaled."There, I said it!" she said, sounding relieved. "Now. We need to get his sweat and sperm on our bodies he told ok he wanted the ganja igave him he smoked it for a few minutes then wanted a glass of milk with bang ;which we served ;then he let the pooja start we took him to the bathroom and took of his cloth the snake was already getting erect we massaged him with oil touching his cock then we applied sandal wood paste on his and massaged then we washed with soap our saree also got wet and we were a visual treat to him.We then dried him with towel. We're looking for someone who might be willing to sell or trade us a mule and packsaddle."Jim thought for a minute, then said, "There are a couple of people who might sell you what you need. A pack mule and saddle will run you around twenty dollars." We were hoping we could find someone we could work a trade with. Our mule ran off and took almost everything we had, including what money we had."Another man had walked up behind me while we were talking. Uninvited, he joined in the conversation..