" Oh, come on! None of us use ours!" Cheryl was right; I'd put two queens side-by-side in the master suite -- and generally slept stuck in the crack, ...rapped between two bulging bellies. Cheryl was there, too, more often than not; I was amazed at the level of domestic tranquility. Luz generally cooked and Darla generally did the laundry, and Cheryl tended to her kids and generally picked up; I stayed out of it and they managed to rotate things often enough that no one was climbing the walls. Still, when Lata took hold of her tank top and tugged it up and over her head head, Cinder lifted her arms grudgingly and broke the kiss with a tiny mewl of disappointment. The coarse grain of the Starkian outfit tugged against her nipples, teasing them, then rasped against her neck, then caught on her nose as her arms grew tangled. For just a moment, Lata held her there – and with the top over her eyes, Cinder could no more see than Lata could have in pitch black.“Mmm...” Lata murmured. “Do. Hamari mummy jo ki khud acchi padi likhi thi, aur modern vicharo vali thi, vah kabhi bhi dakiyanusi vicharo ko nahi palti thi, unhone kabhi bhi ham bhai bahano me antar nahi rakha is karan hum log apas me kafi khule huye the. Kabh bhi kisi baat par apne vichar vyakt kar sakte the. Humme kisi parkar ka koi parda nahi tha, mummy aur meri bahane jo ki mujse karib two years badi thi ne kabhi mujse sharm ya parda nahi kiya, vah dono ghar me mere samne hi kapde badal leti thi, ya kabhi pith kar leti. "Yeah, if they start poking around it'll get people talking and won't be long before someone connects it to your 'Angel Alex' from New Orleans," Melinda reminded him."Still, while they may make that association, they won't connect it to me personally, so I don't think it'll be a problem." Except for all the people you've been showing off for lately," Becky suggested. "Any one of the people at the stadium the last few days: the singers, the workers, the technicians, any one of them could come.