Fir wo bola: Tujhe to main aaj itna chodunga, jitna tu apne pati se kabhi nahi chudi hogi.Mummy boli: Acha? Dekhte hai.Usne saree ke baad petticoat au... panty bhi utaar di, aur fir chut chaatna chaalu kar diya. Fir wo bola-Buddha: Itni badhiya chut maine zindagi mein nahi chaati. Iska swaad la-jawaab hai.Ye bolte-bolte mummy ka josh aur badh gaya, aur wo buddhe ko upar kheench ke kiss karne lagi. 1 minute baad buddhe ne mummy ke boobs choosne chaalu kar diye. 10 minute tak choosne ke baad wo. Except in the mirror you can see my back and it’s all rotted away and hollowed out and empty and crawling with maggots. Yes I know, I took the idea from Mum’s picture of the bowl of fruit, but she always says there are no new ideas in art, just old ideas looked at from a new angle. I could see Mrs Nelson’s point. It was a pretty disturbing picture. It was definitely not a drawing that Little Miss Normal would do. I cursed myself for forgetting about the plan.In fact the picture was so. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I had no intention of exposing myself to my daughter but here I was, sitting close to her on the sofa with my whole package practically, hanging out of my shorts. I was afraid that I would traumatize the poor child if she had seen all that I thought she had. I looked over my paper again to see if she had noticed me starting to get hard and I saw that she had, because her eyes were wide open as she looked down at me and if IWasn’t mistaken, there was a slight. ’ ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Maybe nothing, but we’ve got visitors — men with horses. And one of the horses looks familiar.’ Without another word, he rushed down and walked toward the new arrivals. They stopped when he approached. The two strangers gave him an angry glare, like he’d killed their best friend. Tom smiled, and said, ‘All finished with the cabins, Mr. Wentworth.’ He pointed. ‘Did you want the cart put in the storeroom over there?’ ‘Yeah, that’s where it goes. What were ya doin’ back there?’.