“Oh aunty, yes ... sorry ... I...” I mumbled incoherently.“Sorry beta, I thought maybe you forgot you were going to come here today, so I called... If you hadn’t answered I was going to send somebody there to check on you.” she explained.“Umm aunty, you don’t need. I was very tired today and took a long nap.” I said. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 3:30 pm in the afternoon. I had slept for nearly 3 hours, and was still feeling sleepy.Concerned, Radhika aunty asked “What happened beta?. “I’m back here!” came the answer from a somewhat gravelly, Vin Diesel-like voice. Jen and I followed where the sound of the voice came from and stopped when we saw a pair of jean-clad legs sticking out from underneath my GT silver metallic Boxster RS 60 Spyder. “Kev?” I asked tentatively, not certain if it was him underneath my car or not. Jen and I jumped back when the man under the car pushed himself out from underneath, lying on those rolling flatbeds most mechanics used when working. He was 16 and I was 21. He came from a very religious Mormon family and a very strict and controlling one as well. After he graduated from high school, I met him at church. He was now 18 and had grown even more handsome. I noticed the girls would stare at him. As their eyes scanned his body, I knew they were dreaming of him without clothes and wanting to be with him even though that's not what they were taught to do. John was just that handsome.I knew he dated very little and would date in. Our mom Elizabeth home schooled us which was always the way Lucy and I had thought it was. Dad and mom never beat us, yelled at us as we grew up at home. Lucy helped mom and I helped dad with the farm when mom was not teaching us something. We had television but hardly ever watched it. Everything we knew was what mom and dad had taught us both. Mom taught Lucy about doing the women chores around the farm. Dad taught me how to run the farm and he taught me how to shoot a pistol as well as a.