Lekin phir main chachi se bola apne sab kuch dekh liya.. Unhone bola ha. Ab mujhe control nahi ho raha tha so main utha hath dhokar unko pakad ke aara... se bedroom mein le gaya. Ab mujhe jara bhi ruka nahi ja raha tha.Maine unki bra ke upar se hi unki chuchiyo ko maslna shuru kar diya woh aah uhh kar rahi thi aur mera maza badh raha tha. Phir unhone bola thoda sabr karo na maine bola ab bilkul sabr nahi hoga chachi mujhse. Phir main unke hotho pe apna hoth rakh diya aur pagal ki tarah chusne. I complied."Old war wound?" he asked, looking me in the eyes."Football," I replied, and told him the story.A smile spread across his face. "Drop your trousers," he said, gleefully."What?" I demanded."You heard me!" he said, sharply, a laugh in his voice. "Drop 'em!"I looked at him for a moment, then unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants.Arthur grinned, leaned forward, and grabbed my calves, squeezing lightly; then repeated with my thighs."Arthur," I said, "are you gay?" No," he laughed, "we. Were legally allowed to drink in a pub. A year or two younger than that and your booze consumption was seen as boys-will-be-boys antics and girl-will-be-sluts opportunities.The age-based caste system was best seen in Public Schools ( which Americans call 'private schools' ) where your forms and your levels meant you could level your under-classmates formally. Traditionally, boys were battering bullies but girls were belittling bitches. The wonder of this system was not so much how degrading it. "Hold, Visigoth!" commanded Gaius Mordius, mistaking my currentalliegance for who I am and placing a hand on my shoulder. "KingTheodoric has another visitor."A figure had appeared from the other side of the hill. I recognised him.It was Thorismond."The hand," I said, voice low and menacing, watching as Theodoricgreeted his son. Mordius removed his hand, and I stiffened."Something's wrong," I said, realising that sounds from the nearby camphad suddenly stopped."What?" said Mordius, as I spun.