“Oh God,” she whimpered.“O, Oh please don’t cry,” I stammered by now blushing hard and trembling, totally confused, I took a step forward, a...d then back again in case she thought I was about to assault her. “Can I get you a drink, cup of tea? Something stronger perhaps?”“Like what?” she sniffled turning to face me.“Erm,” I suddenly knew I had no alcohol in the house at all and could not fathom why I had said that other than I had heard Peter sellers say it in a movie once.“Hot Chocolate?” I. ” My mother was a star among my friends too. She never looked her age, and nobody would believe when I tell them she is in her 40’s.My mother had come to my college a couple of times. Most of my mates, when they first saw her, thought that she was my elder sister. And when they finally believed she is really my mother, “Your mummy is fucking hot,” was what everybody had to tell me. Though they tried not to talk much about her in front of me, I would guess they were all over her deliciously. “I want to learn how to do it right. I Googled you, and you’re both a model and an actor. I bet you could teach me things like how to best present my body and stuff. Actually, I really don’t know where to begin,” she said; at that point she ran out of steam and looked at me expectantly.Amazingly enough, I’d seen some porn. I wasn’t completely clueless about the subject matter. I thought about it, and recognized that most porn followed a formula. Sexy babe entices her partner. She takes off her. But my grandfather had taught the warriors of the Umani Wastes better, so we mounted and readied our bows and swords, lining up in two lines on opposing sides of the hill we were camped on, half keeping watch on tribe to our right and half surveying the empty grasslands of our left flank.I was on the right, and saw as the banners of my father and two of his brothers rode out to the north, cantering as fast as they could without winding their mounts. The banners of three Minghaans waited still.