I could have sleep that time itself. but i would sleep before her and i can’t enjoy the chance. because i am a quick sleeper.It was 10 O’ clock. 4... minutes after she went to sleep i slowly entered the room with my mattress and put it down. To my luck she made the children sleep in cradle(thottil in our language). She was alone in the bed. I sat on the bed and touched her in the way of awaking her. to make sure she is slept. she gave no reaction. i gained some confidence and removed her saree. Except for her. Something about that PSL bitch kept me riled up, still. I couldn’t get over the incident and I couldn’t shake this odd feeling, like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, that this infuriating thing wasn’t over yet.“Fuck!” I yelped. I had been lost in my rage and failed to notice I had poured too much tea in the to-go cup. I nearly scalded my left hand. “Everything ok?” Mandy asked, finally concerned.I didn’t curse on the job. I might be eighteen and not much of an adult,. The children were two boys, both fathered by Thunder Man. The elder was only six years old, but had already been whipped by Thunder Man for not obeying orders fast enough. The younger one was two years old, so he had not been expected to do anything, yet.My wives were surprised when I treated them with courtesy and respect, since that was not usually done in this camp, nor anywhere else, for that matter. Thunder Man had forbidden them to wear clothes except when they went outside in very bad. "What's the matter, Daddy?" Stacy asked, thankfully breaking my preoccupation, for God knows how long I might have continued staring like a lecher at my daughter. I raised my eyes to hers, but I must say that it did take a lot of willpower.Stacy smiled at my lack of composure. Of late, I had begun to blubber in front of her, acting more like an awed fan of hers than her own father. But then again, I could remember the time when I had been worried about her openly flirting with me, but that was.