So we have decided to do whatever it takes to make you normal.” Me – “What do you mean by ‘whatever’ aunty?”Mom – “It means whatever.�...� (shouted my mom)Me – “My sexual tension is increasing every minute mom, I’m confused. (tears rolled out of my eyes) Why are you yelling at me mom?”Priya Aunty – “Beta consider it to be sex education, just calm down and try to co-operate.”Me – “Sex education?”It took me a moment to understand everything and believe what she said. In a confused tone I asked, “What. Nun hatte der Stuhl sehr gro?e ?hnlichkeit mit einem richtigen Babystuhl. Und ich war darin gefangen. Als ob das nicht reichen w?rde, befestigte sie mein Riemen-Geschirr an dem Stuhl. Selbst ohne die Handschuhe h?tte ich mich nicht daraus befreien k?nnen, da ich nicht an diese Stelle auf den R?cken reichen konnte. Ich war noch hilfloser.Nun bekam ich Angst. Was wollte diese Frau von mir?Sie sah meinen angsterf?llten Blick. "Keine Angst, meine Kleine. Ich tue dir nichts. Ganz im Gegenteil. Als. . Please?" the faceless voice pleaded. Paying attention to the phone I now had in my hand I realized it was open to the active camera screen. For some reason I found this arousing. I flatly responded with, "Come and get it." I heard some situating and jingling of keys. A red crocheted messenger bag slid under the stall to my feet from the right. Two sets of fingertips painted with bright red gripped the bottom of the stall. Then followed a cute freckle face surrounded by sun kissed blonde hair. “Joshua Lyle Anderson! Your mother may be a terrible cook, and ... wait, where was I going with this?” Catherine laughed.Apparently, Catherine and Robert knew my mother first hand now, and were none too pleased with her.“Nowhere. Look at what she did with Grand mama’s estate.” I pointed out.“He’s got a point. If my niece had any sense, she would’ve found a financial advisor instead of blowing all that money.” Robert said.Wait, Robert was my mother’s uncle? Oh wow. Guri had merged him into being.