I had no interest in college or anywhere else. The Faire was all I needed. That and Uncle Henry, of course.I was 22 when Uncle Henry passed away from ... stroke. I know- sad shit. But I was fortunate enough to have another family waiting to adopt me. One that had a reputation for taking in all who needed refuge from the misery of the real world. It was the tight-nit staff here at Notts’ Faire. And as you might have guessed, Uncle Henry had willed the land and business to me. Me and Becca, that. “Your wish is my command,” she said and signed off.The girls had been quiet while I’d bantered with Chloe and when I turned around, they were all watching intently.“We’re seriously gonna punish her when she gets here,” Beck said with a grin of anticipation on her face.“Beck votes for me to collar her then,” I announced, taking her enthusiasm as agreement. She nodded in confirmation.“I want to see her take on Bad Matt and see what condition she leaves in,” she said with an evil chuckle.“Do it,”. We ordered and ate most of our meal in more silence. Finally, I broke it.I looked about. No one was in ear shot. “Sophie...” I opened cautiously, “...you know what we did was wrong, don’t you?” I asked her.She nodded without looking up from her meal.“Are you ashamed?”That when her brown eyes lifted and met mine. “No, Dad!” she insisted. “It was fun and I love you. I could never be ashamed about that. At least as long as no one else knows. And even then...” her voice trailed off for a. Am I your servant or what? I am helping you and you act as if this is your house. I have to make chapattis now. Vegetable is ready.Me: Make it quick.Bhabhi: I am not your servant. It will take time. Why don’t you help me.I followed her in kitchen. She had tied her hairs back. She had plucked her saree end at her hip. She was looking awesome.Bhabhi: Give me water from the pot.Now give me salt,etc..I was looking at her. Wow it was a beauty Goddess. Dinner was ready and we were sitting on dining.