”“Now you sound like Brian.” Giggles in the rustling leaves of the trees. “Don’t forget to do what is necessary for you, Daddy. Not just for...us. Go home and make love to Mommy. She misses you.”That was the last time my daughter spoke to me ... or that I imagined she spoke to me.Rhiannon’s plan was beautiful. The reality of having all the boys ... the young men of the clan working together under Larry’s and Del’s guidance turned it into something even more beautiful and special than her sketches. She once asked me for a lift till her work place. For which I agreed. The huge body is a turn on for everybody. Everyone were staring at her in the traffic. Especially tiny men. Every men in the traffic was going to fuck their partners that night thinking about nillu.N: “bohot thak gaye honge. Raat bhar madam K saath Jo the” (you must be tired after all you were with your madam the whole night)Me: “madam bhi thoda thakk chuki hai. Kehti hai kisi assistant ko layegi..tagdi wali assistant”. "Baz had been one of the street beaters in the gang I ran with before I joined the army. He was the archetypical Cockney, although like me he had been born in Plaistow. He looked like the Artful Dodger, and had spent his whole life ducking and diving, and wheeling and dealing. He had a barrow down Petticoat Lane, and could get you anything you wanted from 'a geezer I know'. He dabbled in drugs, pimped a couple of working girls, and fenced a bit of dodgy tomfoolery - jewelry. He had never had. At first, I think she's trying to put a spot light on me, but then I realize her intent is very different. She's training a desk lamp on herself. I had "called" by stepping into the moonlight and this was her improvised "response."She has fully exposed herself, regardless of who else can see. We become intimate strangers through our shared vulnerabilityWhat I see takes my breath away. In the full light, she is more beautiful than I ever imagined. Her figure is thin as a string, yet perfectly.