"God, you can do everything else. I didn't even think. Okay, I'll get it. I need to inventory the bar anyway."I put the groceries away while he was ou... doing errands. I noted that it took a full hour and a half to do that errand.When he came back, he said, "I'll have to find a shopping service. I can't have you spending that much time just looking for groceries."I hugged him. "Thanks. Better make a list of everything she did so that we don't let anything fall between the cracks." I'll try, but. "Yes I suppose I do, it's different than wearing pants, I'll give youthat," she said."I think so too, I really love wearing them." "That's quite clear. But when you go out, what are you looking for"?"What do you mean?" I asked."When girls put on make up and do their hair and put on a pretty dress andhigh heels, they want someone to notice them. They want attention. Somewant it at arms length, but some want it up close and personal. So whatare you looking for?" I'm not really sure," I. And," Megan began, but then hesitated a moment before going on, "dad can't keep his dick hard! He's a racist, too, AND he's impotent! I hate to say this, but dad is a loser!"It took Cindy by surprise, her daughters comment about her dad's impotence."How did you know that?" She inquired. "I mean, about your dad's, uh...erection issue?"Megan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It had been her mom's sister, Megan's aunt, that had told her grand mother about her dad's 'little problem', as Megan had. Shocked and just as surprised as I am, Anjan fell down and began kissing her left foot as I kissed her right. “Perverted gay faggots! Shameless, useless, pieces of shit!” she began her tirade. Anjan was foolish enough to look up and got Janani’s foot plush in his face. “Did I tell you to stop, you stupid cuntslave!!” she yelled quite loudly, as Anjan fell back to kissing her feet.“You guys realize that you are now my slaves right?” Janani said, halfway through her tirade against our “disgusting.