It’s not ladies she likes.” “Well, we know whose fault that is!” He snaps, not even looking at his wife. She seems more interested in looking ...t her shoes.Later, the restaurant is almost empty. Aliya is waving the last couple of customers out and locking the door behind them. She flicks a switch and steel roller-shutters begin to wind down over the large windows. Aliya speaks in voice-over, “My father only works until half nine or ten these days, and we don’t close until the last diners have. He was alone, and I have to think that he usually is. I get a sense that he prefers it that way, or maybe people are just avoiding him because of his face or his attitude, or maybe both; I don’t know,” he said.“My oh my,” she said.“Frankly, Abbs, I’m ready to write the man off. He doesn’t want us around anyway. I’m at the point of giving him what he’s asking for,” he said. The woman across from him began to cry, silently cry. He noticed, stood, and went to her.“It’s my fault, my words, the way. I think I know.” Aaron raised a finger. “I think its for insertion.” Ariel gave him a wry look. “Yea. In my mouth.” “No, I don’t think its just that. Hey, spread your legs.” He said absent-mindedly.“W-what? What for?” Ariel asked, puzzled. “Just do it.” Aaron said impatiently.“No! I don’t like the way you look at it.” Ariel was stubborn. “Come on...” Aaron gripped his sister’s two legs and pried them open, amid her protests. The legs. My mind wasn’t really on the job in hand as I was thinking of something else and as I thought about it I was feeling quite turned on. The water splashed out as the bucket got full, too full and spilled over the side and down the front of one of the lad’s trousers. “Oh my God I’m sorry” as he jumped backwards the front of his pants soaked. “Quick take them off and I’ll put them in the drier for 5 they’ll soon be dry” he just stood there, after a minute he mumbled “Ok”, as he took them off and.