Even if being alone in my cell meant being lonely, someone coming to my cell usually meant very bad news.The woman stepped in, and the jailor closed t...e door behind her. For a while she just stood there, watching me. I avoided her gaze, but stole glances of her hands. Those big, strong, soft hands I suddenly wanted to touch. She didn’t come any closer, respecting my personal boundaries; instead, she spoke to me.“Come here,” she said, her voice soft and bereft of all that demanding tone she had. To mom boli ise mere chut (boor) me hi jane de, aakhir tu bhi to mere pati (husband) jaisa hi hai. Main tere bete ki bhi maa banungi. Aur hasne lagi. Aise hi kai baar maine apna rash mom ke boor me chhod diya. Ye karyakram kai ghanton tak chalta raha. Phir pata nahi kab humlog aise hi so gaye. Meri 2:00 baje raat ko nind khuli to maine dekha ki main mom ke boor me lund dal kar soya hua tha aur meri hath mom ki chuchiyon par thi. Phir main uth gaya aur mujhe jor se bhukh lagi hui thi. Phir maine. "Really?" I kissed his cheek and enjoyed Daddy's strong arms as he pulled my all too thin and decidedly not-pregnant body against his. "I guess you were serious about it this time, huh?" Your mother was," Daddy agreed. "I think one of the babies is Jim's." What?" I pushed myself back just far enough so I could look into his eyes."Well..." Daddy cleared his throat and shrugged, " ... we're not sure who the father is, so..." So we decided they both are," Mom finished for her husband with a loving. She wore a black crop top and a blue short with high heels. She made her hair and was looking like a model. I also dressed nicely to compliment her, and we went to the city for dinner.After dinner, she wanted to explore more so we went to a casino. I know a few games very well as I keep visiting the casino from time to time. She was impressed by my gaming skills and we both were behaving like very very close friends.We were hugging and touching which never was the case back in India. I asked.