.. what I mean is how do you have a... you looklike.... a girl!" Finally! Dad, I am a girl! And I have all the right parts! How couldyou not know?" Go...put something else on! That looks indecent! NOW!"I changed and went out the front. leaving my mother to explain thingsto him. I was washing the car when Stan drove up. He had Sasha withhim. She ran up and hugged me, while Stan simply stood there grinning."I knew that you would look smoking hit in a wet tee." Sasha, come with me. Let's leave this. After they have unpacked, Emma picks up the present and they go back into the dining room which is set for their lunch. She places the gift on the table between what must be Dorothy and Maude’s chairs. They can hear Dorothy and Maude scurrying about in the kitchen finishing fixing things. The table is set with fine china and crystal. The side dishes are already on the table waiting. Cottage cheese, bread and butter pickles, olives, green onions which can tell are from the garden, homemade. Smacking him around,scaring him, wiping that arrogant smirk off his face- Hell, KILLING himeven, fingers around the brat's fat neck, if he was to really let hisfantasies off the leash. The kid's bulging eyes filled with therealization of what a mistake he'd made when he assumed he could justmouth off like that without serious consequences! But this was an imagefrom the outer fringes of the man's fantasies, and he preferred to noteven have to think about that obnoxious little sack of shit. Not. Some time later he went away and I asked my son about it. He told me that he made a bet and lost it. Its worth was 2 lacks. I was stunned and scolded him and went to do my cooking.At dinner the door bell rang and he went to look, it was that black person who warned my son. He forcibly came in and he started beating my son. I stopped him and asked him to come with me to the dining room and made my son to go into his room.They did so and I took the black person into the dining room, he.