I couldn’t deny her accusations as much as I wanted to. So, I changed the subject not to subtly, which she gave me a big grin letting me know what I...was doing.“Tomorrow, you will be taking Sister Cynthia’s classes.”“Why?” She asked between bites of her delicious Chicken Marcella which she let me have a taste of.“I will be healing her again.” The ‘again’ sparked her interest and demanded the whole story on how I nearly crippled her when I first arrived. She was not pleased with my story and. Repeat. Thinking to myself: I had better get some good rental income AND good client leads from this.Robert checked the serving trays. The count was correct, but some of them needed washing. Roberta got that job; I was tasked to dry. In the back of my head, I knew that prep work was a part of any job. Now I was seeing it as it applied to food service.With the early prep done, Roberta drove the van to the serving site, the Practice House. Apparently, it’s a stage practice site for students. She. I couldnt stop my peeking tom act. She lifted her saree and petticoat, moved down her panty and released her natural wastes. She bent down, cleaned hard and again stood. All could see was her lovely ass in that sunlight glowing like a golden ass.That day, i came to know uncle’s return was postponed one more day. So I decided to stay again.I was lying on bed and that ass dharshan flashed in my mind frequently. My aunt brought me some water and was about to tell goodnight. The bottle slipped and. Do you know the worst thing about even the best of them?” I asked.“No women?” she asked.“A good guess, but you can’t get up from the TV, then walk over to pour yourself a cup of coffee. When you can do that you know you are free. When you can’t, then you know you aren’t free.”“Simple, but a very understandable example,” Sarah admitted. “Let’s get back to the farm. I need some more practice at planting and feeding seeds.”“Fair enough,” I said.Sarah removed her skirt and blouse and replaced them.