”“That’s what I told her,” Henry said.“The swippery swope is a fallacy,” Becky said. “I thought you were supposed to be smart.”“It�...s not a fallacy when it comes to children and junk food,” I said firmly. “You may have the willpower to resist grease and sugar, but most people your age don’t. And I think you know that.”Becky turned back to Henry and slammed her list down on the kitchen table, and then she turned back to me. “Can I get my t-shirt and shorts now?” she asked.“We can,” I said, fixing. Time passed. David sat up on demand, turned his head this way andthat on demand, leant forward, leant back on demand. He felt thingsrubbed on his face, smoothed on his cheeks. He felt his skinpampered, brushed, wiped. He pursed his lips on request and feltthe smoothness of pencil, stick and gloss. He smelt the powder; hebreathed in the scent. His hands were caressed, cuticles tut-tuttedover, nails filed, shaped, painted.He listened without hearing. He said 'yes' when a response wasinsisted on. As Suresh pulled her sari out Smitha deeply hugged the pillow to her chest.Suresh seeing her mother stiffen her body said 'relax, its okay.''What's okay' asked his mother?'It's not showing much' replied her son as his eyes took to the curves of her waist, her rounded mounds and her rich thighs.'Then what are you gaping at' asked his mother feeling his gaze upon her body.'I am looking at the material of your petticoat. It is so soft and so light' he said as his fingers felt the soft texture.'You. It was thus with both in-trepidation and intense excitement that I first accepted the offer from Vicky to touch her teeth. I went forward in languorous ecstasy as she opened her mouth wide, baring her full set of teeth close to my face. I was close enough that I could smell her sweet warm breath and see trails of saliva glistening off sharp ridges. I brushed my finger on her soft lips, she to pushed herself forward slightly so that my finger rolled further into her mouth, stopping on the two.