I like sitting around talking mostly. After a while the music changed to disco with the BeeGees and I saw my friend on the dance floor with two or thr...e ladies around him.A woman dressed in a sexy white dress came up to our table and asked to join me.You can never hear with loud music so I beckoned her to sit.I pointed to my drink and she put her thumb up.I beckoned the waiter and he took my order for food and drinks. The music died down and my friend returned to the table with one lady.He. Calvin’s smell, however, was like a greatly amplified version of his son’s aroma.We had driven all day to get to the farm and having only arrived after six p.m., once we had put our luggage in our room we sat down to dinner shortly thereafter.At dinner, the visual interaction I received from Calvin, began to both confuse and delight me. I was almost sure that he was definitely flirting with me. Exciting as it was, I had to keep reminding myself that he was, after all, my lover’s father.Later,. It’s her. She come in and ask me whether I put some tea.Me: no chechi.Sarayu: then I will make it.She kept her bag on the table and went to kitchen and make tea and bring it. She sat near me in the sofa. The smell of her perfume and sweat made me crazy. I can’t control.She was wearing a churidar. Suddenly hold her boobs and pressed over her dress. She got shocked. And slapped.Me: sorry chechi, I can’t controlChechi; what? Don’t forget that I am your sister.Me: sorry , I know that but I want. Women came from far and wide to vent their displeasure upon him, his history magnifying their erotic sense of superiority and enhancing their spite for all male would-be authority. The gimp would pay dearly once more, and the women knew that because of that history, he may not be around to torment for much longer.The women jeered and scorned as he gratefully lapped the bowl clean of his own sticky salty mess, at the feet of the woman who had broken his will completely, and had humiliated him.