My knees were shaking as her pale skin stretched, her incredible bicep slowly bunching up into a massive ball of flesh. From up close, I could see the...split peak fight against the bulging of her triceps and shoulders on one side, and the colossal, ropey mass of her forearm on the other. “Hey!” she shouted. “Stop shhhtaring and measure!”My fingers trembled as I wrapped the tape around the small girl’s enormous arm. It felt impossibly hard, like the ingots at the steel mill, except warm. And. I slipped my dress off, and threw it onto a chair. I was about to step into the hot tub, when Jack said, “you don’t need to be shy Mum!”He was right of course. He’d seen everything. I unclipped my bra, it joined my dress. Then I pulled down my panties, and threw them at the chair. They missed, and fell on the deck.I dipped my toe into the water. It was warm. Soon I was sitting opposite Jack and his bimbo, what was her name? The water jets massaged my back. Jack had been right, this was a good. And in one swift motion brought both the straps of her bra down &.Opened the bra completely .Now her boobs were completely freed from the bra and gleamed.I couldn’t resist her inviting breasts. In a frantic way I fondled her body all over. I brought my hand under her sari and brought it quite high till her knees and started caressing her legs .In less than a minute more, I pulled the sari little more & now the lower part of her thighs was clearly visible. Taking her completely in my grip , I. This kind of change is easy to miss because the process is so incremental — change is small, slow, almost undetectable over a lifetime — and it almost always happens out of sight. This kind of change doesn’t jump out at you, rather it’s faintest outlines begin to emerge in memory. And although this is my story to tell, I couldn’t begin to do so without tracing a few of the faint outlines of my own ‘genetic’ memory. I’m hoping you might see parts of a greater story this way, because maybe, just.