Surrender was the order of the day for my aunt Celia, I guess.Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-explor...ng myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's rather prodigious 'pole'!" After she passed on," Celia continued, "and being a bisexual, I just had to try your daddy; but I swear that we NEVER did anything while your mom was alive, so. "I'm not the one who hurt your people!" What is 500 years to me?" she said. "All time is the same. There is no ticking clock for me, for this land."I am the corn goddess, Arnie," she continued. "I blessed the ground and the crops grew. When your people came they trampled the ground. And they brought those scavengers, the pigs, who ate everything in sight and destroyed our gardens, our forests. They carried diseases from your world that killed millions of us. They were like a plague on our. Part of it was because his sense of humor was as shady as his ethics. He had no filter ... and no regard for social niceties. He would make a joke at anybody’s expense and those jokes often revolved around skin tone, ethnicity or physical deformities. But he was brilliant in his own way.“I noticed you’ve shied away from having your party issue any direct statements,” he said when the silence stretched a bit too long for his tastes.“Why draw her into the fray when you can get some other idiot to. I used to enjoy the attention I get there and Sex with any women there was the last thing on my mind. During one of our meeting in one of our branch offices at Nehru Place, I came across this stunning beauty sharika; she must be at least 5’8, very Fair, stunning looks which could weaken the knees of any man, while she was getting introduced to me she shook my hands and looked straight into my eyes, so naughty they where with a little bit of Twinkling, I was feeling strange like never before, a.