However, at around 6am I heard my early rising Father bobbing around in the kitchen, moving stuff, making a cup of tea etc, the usual stuff. I then he...rd Mum get up and as she was already clothed for work, walked into the kitchen in heels, Mum had a great ass and legs in high heels. Tight skirts and stilettos were the norm in the late 80s. she and dad exchanged a passionate kiss - I could here from the slurping sounds. From where I laid - I opened an eye and could see in the reflection of the. The air suddenly has the same sick dread; the conversations around me seem to have the same muted tone. She tries to walk past me like she doesn't see me but I grab her arm - the good one, the one not in a sling - and stare at her bruised face."I did this?" I knew I hit her but Peter didn't tell me how bad it was, "Oh fuck!" Oh, Alex." She pretends to laugh, "You're so ... No, I was in a car accident. Last week." She twists her arm and I let her go, "As if I'd even talk to you if you hit me.". It was a mind blowing seen and I thanked my sir for creating such an opportunity. In between our talk came across my birthday. I was afraid to kiss her thinking about her reaction and finally I grabbed some courage and asked her “Sheela……may I……. Kiss u…..only once”. She suddenly gave me a harsh look and replied no. I asker her “then why u kissed me without my permission”. She started laughing at me and asked “ did I ask u for the permission, then why should u ask for my permission”. Im so. "We ate our breakfast in a companionable silence. The omelet was outstanding. I placed our plates in the sink and rinsed them. I brought the coffee pot to her and filled our cups. I put it back, sat down, and said, "What is your pleasure for the day, mademoiselle?"She looked at my grinning face and started dead into my eyes with her beautiful blue ones and said, "You!" Uh. That's a rather forceful statement." I meant it that way. We're going to finish our coffee and stand up. Then I want you to.