And when it’s over, I’m right here and y’all’re right here and it’s the biggest and best US I can imagine.”“Even if his dick DOES taste ...ike Mom’s pussy.”Mandy giggled. “And strangely, you KNOW exactly how your mom’s pussy tastes, and not just because you’ve tasted it on Ben’s dick.”“There is that,” I said.“Too weird?” Mandy asked me.“Not too weird. But definitely weird.”“Happy weird, not ‘eerie’ weird or ‘disgusting’ weird...”“Worrisome weird, like I’m having a dream and I’m gonna wake up with. So I used to see her always when she would come out. The houses were built in such a way that if I go out I could see the bathroom window from outside. We used to chat a lot wen I go home and I had no bad intentions on her. I used to sleep late at nights so one night I went out for walking and I heard some noise from their house. Maybe they were arguing over something. My cousin was short tempered and he used to scold he a lot.But that day after some time I heard some sound from their bathroom. At 3:00 I went out to the meeting room table where the 10 ladies were finishing up the paperwork for today. The final piece for today was verifying they knew how to do their daily time sheets and send it to the time keeper who Marcy had temporarily appointed for them.They were each given one of the older laptops. Robert and Burt had taught Brook how to scrub the hard drive and load the basic office and email programs that we used. There was a file with corporate forms, vacation, sick leave,. When Jeya was asleep, she had a dream about Jegan appearing bare-chested with just his shorts on cleaning up the house. She would remain stuck gazing at the angular and proportionate view of her son’s chest, the tightness of his navel, and the cuts around his arms with the sweat glistening across his body. She woke up feeling weird about her dream. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; what did the dream mean, she thought.Next day morning, Jegan was arranging a few things in his bag to be.