Meine bhi socha ki alka sahi kah rahi hai, pata nahi meri sis kis halat mein hogi aur mein use us halat mein kaise dekhunga lekin mein fir bhi mein ol... building mein phuncha, puri building ek dum khali thi aur kisi ladki ke chillane ki awaajen aa rahi thi. Mein smajh gaya ke woh meri behan sarita ki hi hain. Meine building ke chat par chad gaya aur us room ke vent se dekhne laga. Woh kuch 7 ladke the, sarita ka yello kutra niche floor par pada tha aur uski bra kuch door kone mein. Sarita ko un. Jim and his wife had been having some difficult times, so we decided to take him out to dinner. Things were bad enough that he was sleeping in his studio rather than at home, so we thought that he could use some company. At dinner he told us some about what was going on. His wife was being very mean at the time, fighting with him all the time. Worst of all, even though she acted like she hated him, she was also always acting jealous and accusing him of cheating with his models. This. I just got so caught up in it.’ Quietly I walked to her side and looked down at her. The silence was heavy as I glared at her. Finally I spoke. ‘So, baby girl likes letting strangers see her?’ I asked her, and my voice sounded more like the growl of a wolf than the soft gentle tones she was used to. ‘She likes taking her clothes off, letting people see what is Daddy’s?’ ‘No, Daddy,’ she mumbled softly. Continuing to look down into her eyes, I slowly pulled her shirt up and off, then reached. All too soon all the soap is gone from the three of us and Mark shuts down the shower. Grabbing two towels from the rack and another from a hidden closet we finally leave the shower and start drying off in the bathroom. Bel wraps the towel under her arms but Mark and I simply throw them over our shoulders. Dry enough we head out of the bathroom. Mark takes Bels hand and starts pulling her upstairs, there is token resistance but its half-hearted. I follow behind as we make our way into Marks.