So I thought of talking to them. I went to their home and asked why they were behaving in such a rude manner. But the response I got was baffling from...the father.Arman: Tell your mom to stop fucking my peace of mind.I got offended. I didn’t reply. I made up my mind to call the police. So I went back and asked my mom to call the police. She did.My mom was wearing a blue saree with a black blouse while I was in a pink top and white pants that day.The police jeep came around 6:30 in the evening.. I had a feeling Sven never really thought he would be married. Not even when he proposed to me over a year ago.The event that lead to the fire. To my father’s ... rash actions.The reality was hitting him. He kept glancing at Kora clinging to his right side. Of course he couldn’t believe he was marrying her. She was his sister. It went against all Zeutchian customs for siblings to marry. But the religion of Luben didn’t mind. Not if they loved each other. And Sven must have proven he loved us. When she queried why he hadn’t logged the job, he simply said that he’d been tired and had forgotten. Lee decided to log her report and let Ben sort it out. It hadn’t been the first time Rodger had forgotten to log his job reports, or that he had left a mess for others. She was sure it wasn’t going to be the last time either.The man was a pain in her arse.The next major thing that happened was the shutdown of the aft drive, RSD1.This happened on the Wednesday day shift. Lee didn’t find out. "Mother leaned her head forward and looked down at me with hot, dewyeyes. Once more she slid another inch down on my invading body andclamped down on the shaft with her milking caressing muscles. I was inan ecstatic frenzy inside, yet still I remained totally motionless."Good little girl." Mother nodded her approval and her perfumed hairbrushed my face with a delicate caress. "Stay still for mother."I let my body relax and my hands, gloved in those wonderful and sexy,black satin gloves slid.