If I could get up, if I could move beyond, then I would. But I have no inertia, and that’s just what it is. Jacob Currie. Currie. I run the name ove... and over in my head. But it’s not the name, it’s the people. My mother and father, their parents…all the things that made them of this world. It’s all gone, except for what little remains in me. And those remains are likely to vanish, too. There are no little Jake Curries running around anywhere, and I wonder if there ever will be. I’m going to be. She was wearing not very attractive dress, usually salwar kameez or saree but inside home she was in her nighties, naturally she never needed any make up as she was stunning beauty.One morning as usual I went to her flat, aunt was working in home cleaning the floor and I was watching TV. She finished all the rooms and came to hall to clean, she was cleaning the floor but I felt she is cleaning my mind, as I could see the valley running amidst of two big hills from her nighty, I got my erection. " Bitsy shouted back at him.Brand standing in the tub, holding Bitsy by her arms, stared at her, he closed his mouth, then opened it again, as his eyes run up and down her body. "babies? fairy babies? ours?" was all he could think to say, feeling like a demented idiot. A slow grin spread over his face, then he started to laugh as Bitsy said "no, baby cows, yes baby fairies!" Brand stepped out of the tub, hugging Bitsy against his chest, "Brand, your still covered with soap." blinking Brand. " "Do you live alone or do you have a room mate?" "Alone." "So you're in charge of all the shopping?" Miranda asked. "Exactly, I do all the shopping," Debbie replied. "How many times a week do you shop for groceries?" "Ummmmm, about one and a half," Debbie replied, "you know, one big trip and maybe a short stop for milk or bread, you know how it is." "Of course I do," Miranda replied quickly, "and for clothing, how often do you shop for your apparel?" "Well, that depends, you know on the time.