So i went over to my boyfriends house for the weekend to meet his parents. it was his dad ,mom, and his grandpa living in the house. it turned out the... were really nice people. his grandpa was really old like 80 years old and he had trouble walking , he was overweight and had thick glasses.one day everybody left to work and i was to stay at home and look after his grandpa. his grandpa was very friendly and we talked for a while . i was wearing skin tight booty shorts and a tight white t-shirt. ”“Okay. This is starting to get interesting. Other than your sexy clothes, anything else?”“One more thing.”“Damn you girl!!” I said stamping my foot down for effect, “If you keep drawing this out, it’ll be time to leave for their house.”“She told me that she was looking forward to spending some quality time alone with me.”“You mean that I’m going to miss out on a good show? I protest.”"You pervert," you said.“I’m a perv? This coming from a future bisexual.”The rest of the week went by with. We were told the women's story. They were all kidnap victims who were headed for Mexican brothels. All of them were virgins, and insisted that they could prove it, if necessary. It seemed that virgins brought a considerable bonus when they were sold as sex slaves. Anyway, this should make them acceptable when they were returned home. The idiocy of society was established again when I learned that they would be shunned by their families if they had been raped—they would have been "damaged. Me: Let’s leave then.Mom: I’ll get ready.Me: Be quick.After 15 minutes,Mom: I’m ready, let’s leave.We reached her home in 50 minutes as her house was in Marathalli. We rang the bell door. The lady who had an affair with me opened the door. She had a bandage tied to her head. There were no signs of any blood on the bandage. She welcomed us inside.Mom: What happened?Rekha: I slipped down from this stair(pointing at the stair) and came all the way down.Me: You ok now?Rekha: Ya it is a minor.