Iheard other kids, mostly girls, calling their parents "mummy" and "daddy"instead of cold-hearted "mom" and "dad". I called my mother mummy andfather ...addy for a while. Then my mother had a talk with me. She insistedto return to previous titles because I was a boy. "May I turn into a girland call you mummy while it sounds so fondly?" I asked. I was smartenough to have no worries she would allow me become a girl. I'd expectedshe'd take it as a joke. I was wrong. A long boring lecture followed. Then her hot breath fans my frog and her head dives between my thighs for a long lusting kiss. I'm rocked by all the new sensations, as she already sucks my juices with embarrassing noise and nibbles the tender flesh of my smoked oyster with her teeth - more shocked but by the realisation, that Lord Adulla silently had entered the tent and was sitting now quiet on a chair to enjoy the unfolding love-play! He smiles at me with many meanings and snaps his fingers. This seems to be the sign for. The house, a fine example of 1890’s architecture and the best carpenters money could buy, was knocked six inches off its foundation by a felled cottonwood tree. I was sad for the thirteen thousand old trees shattered on the ranch and the twelve hundred head of branded Circle K cattle killed in the fields and who knows how many yet to be branded calves.I was sad for the fools.The only thing I accomplished was finishing my Flintlock class. The fit and finish on my full stock flintlock was such. I replied, “Kavi, yes, there’s a little crisis at work. I’m sure it’ll work out fine. But it’s probably best that I just get things done today at home with my chores, and then at the office. You three go ahead.”“Manu, why don’t you just do some of the housework today, and leave some for tomorrow?” Kavita suggested. She looked disappointed that I wouldn’t be coming today.That guilt would help her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not want the housework not being finished to be hanging.