" Swap, what???" Oh, something the Hindi Fye caste practices. It's kind of like--well, retrogressive reincarnation. It literally folds our souls back ...nto a new time stream, a whole new parallel existence--except for some minor differences."Erik shook his head. "You're crazy!" Oh, not at all! It's far more than a belief. I'll show you..." She started chanting to the urn. Erik snickered."Man, you've really gone over!" he blurted, suddenly slowing down like a film in mid-stride. "Wh...What's. Nalini looked from Mom to me and back again.Mom stopped partway down the stairs. She turned to us displaying her lower half. A long sheer peignoir, also mauve in colour, deep purple panties and garter belt. Slowly, with one foot on one stair and the other on a higher stair, Mom turned around to show us her wonderful ass.I looked to Nalini and said, “Isn’t she the hottest mother you’ve ever seen?”Nalini smiled in response while turning back to see my super sexy mother.Mom took a few more steps. So, if you don't like the way I portray your party or your beliefs and their relevance to the story, at least admit that I arrived at the story's political setting on some rational basis. Also, it is a fictional future version of the party, not today's reality.I'm sure I will get some interesting suggestions on how the politics could have been inverted.Now, back to the story.Darren's parents would have preferred to send him to Hooverton Sunday evening, rather than waiting until Monday morning.. Lunch me main aur Sanju roj ki tarah mile. Hall me hum dono ke siwa aur koi nhi tha. Mujhse aaj uske sath baitha bhi nhi ja rha tha. Uske baad Sanju mujhe khana khane ke liye force kar rha tha. Par mujhse ek niawala bhi nhi khaya ja rha tha. Mujhe bahot ajeeb sab lag rha tha. Tabhi mujhe laga ki meri tango ke bich pani sa beh rha hai.Mujhe us time itna gandha lag rha tha, mano kuch hi der me mujhe ulati aa jayegi. Tabhi mujhe laga ki ab meri skirt geeli ho gyi hai, main jab dekha toh meri skirt.