“Would you like to push your little finger into this hole?” he asked.Caught between a rock and a hard place, all I could say was, “Sure.”“Go... on your little finger and stick it in,” he gleefully advised.I wasn’t very keen but totally intrigued by what was transpiring.After lubricating my finger with spit I pushed it into the hole. Amazingly, it felt totally incredible as my finger slipped in all the way.“Doesn’t this hurt?” I again asked with incredulity.“Fuck, no, it’s totally awesome,” he. Me , my father and my brother in one and Mohini in another . When all slept around 2 a.m. I woke upand saw that my father was not on the bed . I thought that he would have gone to washroom and then I again slept without thinking much . But before sleeping some bad thought were coming to my mind. I trying to forget them slept. Next day when I woke for school I saw Mohini preparing our breakfast and saw my father in her room . After coming from school I waited for my father to come when he came. The first story I edited was about a cheerleader that wanted to lose her cherry sooner rather than later and the steps she was willing to take to get that accomplished. Actually, it had a fairly nice scenario with her family and her friends and her interests were similar to my own. Then there was all that discussion about condoms and when does she pull down her panties to let the boy do his thing. I actually found it so exciting that I had my hand inside my panties before I even got halfway. We’re here to serve. Have a nice day.”“Thanks. You too.”He turned to leave, but she stopped him with, “Oh, here’s your statement, Mr. Hatter.”“Oh yeah. Thanks.”He took the two folded sheets of paper and left. He was sitting in the pickup across the street before he opened them up to see what was on them. And he damn near shit his underwear! There was six hundred forty-one dollars and change in a checking account, and seventy-three thousand, five hundred and thirteen dollars and eighty-three.