Looks like a tool of some kind."My fellow digger, Wallis, shook his head. "I can't keep up. Its like trying to catch an oiled pig. Pretty near impossi...le." I smiled. If he knew that I had an uncanny gift to read the nuances and details in almost any writing, and almost always decipher its meaning, he would probably be a little less amazed. But I kept my secret, for now. Looking at the map again, I saw that it was in fact an ancient coordinate chart to some official structure or holy ground. I. Since it is Diwali, everyone takes an oil bath. Ever since I could remember, my mom used to apply oil and bathe us (me, my sister, and dad) in Diwali. The oil needs to be washed properly from the bodies. She bathes after she has bathed and washed us.So I was the last to bathe after my dad and my sister. I went into the bathroom, sat on a bath stool in my brief, and prayed to control my boner. My mom was standing there in a nighty which was already wet because of bathing my dad and sister.She. I want you to lie there and shut the fuck up.”Without another word, Silas spat on his hand and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.Ian let out a silent cry, spit soaking the silk tie.Silas noticed the reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit again, then slid inside, smoother this time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself. My road partner did neither.“Must be a new Ninja,” I silently thought to myself.On the horizon of the roadway ahead, I could see brake lights. My sense of safety was quickly alerted. It was the other Ninja. The rider was dressed all in black- black leather pants, a solid black jacket, a black helmet and dark-black face- shield, with dark curly black and red-highlighted hair coming out from under the helmet. By the size and frame of the rider, I could tell it was probably a girl. As I pulled up.