I drove my car to our little neighborhood church, but my son-in-law drove me home. Everyone else followed in the other two cars. For the first time I ...as aware of all the decorated houses with their lawn ornaments. A vain attempt to match the majesty of billions of stars on this clear, cold, moonless night.When we got to my house, I was shocked. It was decked out in all its Christmas finery. How had I hung those lights? I'd always needed Ginny's help to do them. Where had I found the crèche. But this took place long before my birth. Now it was three four generations earlier and by now nearly half the village had mixed looks. As I told you before that my mother was my father’s real niece but since it was the village custom, they had married. My father had completely Indian looks whereas my mother was a goddess of beauty combining both oriental and occidental features. She was nearly 5 feet 6 inches in height and she had the complexion of a marble statue. She was fairer than milk and. Her grandfather who was then in his sixties sensed her power over men.Oscar trained the young girl to please men without thought to her own pleasure. He insisted she treat the elderly men around him with the utmost respect and accede to their demands without hesitation. Gabby was not too enamored of anal activities but acted like she was deliriously happy to receive the older male's attentions to her soft teenage posterior. She didn't like it when they joked together in German about her. That was exactly what happened, of course, just a moment later. Without being asked, the women cleaned each other up orally, which especially delighted Giulio."Does that please you, Signor?" Janine asked her sponsor with a confident smile that belied her query. She obviously knew the answer to that question."What do you think, my dear?" he teased her back, kissing the former supervisor fiercely on the mouth."So, how did I do?" Marta added her own question, though she was more concerned in fact.