Weird, when Mom told me it wasn't fair to do that to Michael. Like why should we care what happened to some well off honkey exploiting the black man? ...t the time though, I, myself, still didn't know who my intended hubby really was so it did have to be Mom I thought was really the funny one. She said with Dad that she didn't have a choice how things turned out. Dad had made his own bed, failing as a man to provide enough to keep us where we started. He had been the one who moved the family to. She immediately jumped up and ran over and hugged me, which made me really nervous. I thought she let her hand linger on my back for a second too long, but I figured it was just my paranoid state that made me think so."Thank you so much Tom, I will never forget this. I will drop the key through your mail slot Friday morning. I will leave phone numbers and itinerary stuff on the table. Thank you again."With that, and a kiss on my cheek she left in a whirlwind, leaving me again to my TV. And to. Mimi was hot and desperately wanted his cock now. She was shouting, “Aah, fuck me, fuck me.” They changed position to fuck in missionary position in the back-seat when suddenly Arun said: “Mimi cholo biye kore ni.” (Mimi, let’s get married.)I was like WTF.Me: “Mane? Ki bolchho?” (Means? What are you saying?)Arun: “Mane khelar chhol e Dada. Kintu aj Mimi k sindur na poriye ami chudbo na.” (Means it’s a game, Dada. But, I won’t fuck Mimi without putting SIndur on her forehead.)Mimi was also. I got to the door and reached up for the key and froze. It wasn't there. I stepped back, trying to see up, thinking that maybe I had the wrong spot. The key box was not up on the ledge, or the ledge to either side. Panicked, I looked around and almost cried out when I saw the box laying on the sidewalk nearby. Somehow it had been blown or rattled off the sill. Quickly, I opened it to make sure the key was still inside, then unlocked my wrists. I was now completely freed from my restraints, but.