I was at the lowest point in my thirty-two years of existence and I just thought, bugger, why can’t something good like that happen and rescue me fr...m the mess I was in, even if it was of my own making?I noticed the movie on the TV running backwards first of all, and assumed I must’ve pressed the rewind button on the remote in error before dropping it somewhere. I couldn’t actually see the remote, it was no longer in my hand. Then Mum walked into the room backwards carrying her mop and bucket.. It felt odd that I stuck here at the house, and they were the off to work. I did an inventory in the kitchen and the rest of the house on what is needed, I already knew the fridge was bare. I then realized I had a problem, no wheels and I didn’t know just where the grocery store was at.So I called for a cab and ask the driver to take to the closest grocery store. I told the cab driver to come back in an hour if he could. I finished my shopping, and walk outside, and there he was waiting for. After a few moments of the letting the water work my tense muscles, I grabbed my body wash and started washing the fire from my snow-white skin. The lather feels good as it runs over my skin, running down my throat, over my clavicle . It tickles as it hits the tops of my breasts. I embrace the goosebumps that tear through my body in 100* temperature water. My hands have found their way back to my nipples, which already are standing erect. Fuck it I think to myself. Leaning against the shower. Her back was towards me and as the TV was on the other side she thought my back was towards her too. But I was watching her as she was changing. She didn’t turn back. She took of her saree and her blouse and petticoat. She put on her nighty and then took off her bra and peeled off her panties. By the time she turned back I was watching TV again. She went to bathroom to brush and came back and said, “It’s nearing midnight, and shouldn’t we sleep?” I agreed and went to the bathroom myself and.