I told her I will go see what Bijoy is doing and left that room. Auntie has been a widow for the last 2 years and that made me feel even hornier than ...efore. Nobody I presumed had had her for a long time, and I somewhat felt I should do something about it. I knew this was unrealistic and for the moment -- I would be happy with just a slight touch of either her butt or her boobs. My prayers were answered, as Pushpak had to go to Delhi for a month to attend a course. I didn't realize this as a. " "God damn it! That's bullshit! That cunt Kurtz has gone too far this time. I'll have that dyke's scrawny ass for sure this time. Call my lawyer and have him get my wife out of there, now!" "No can do chief." "What do you mean he can't get her out? What the fuck is going on!" "Well chief, it's like this. Kurtz claims that your wife is a menace to the youth of the city, and that if she is released, there is no way to be assured that. She lived on Fulton Street in one of those old Victorian apartments that have been restored in recent years. They went into great detail researching the original paint scheme of the block. She knew that Victorians houses were overly decorative but they out did themselves when it came to color. They look like a candy store with all the bright colors. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation that went from free love to money grubbing capitalist…he, he. Both of them worked long hours to. “So, you picked your car, hun?”“Yup, just waiting on you to finish up,” my sister said, her voice as sweet and innocent as her outfit and the wet spots weren’t.I looked at Charles with a smile. “Is the paperwork all ready to go,” I asked, seeming to ignore the state of the room. He nodded, and cleared his throat as he turned his monitor to face me. As he started to explain everything, I just tapped the monitor with my card, and watched, as I had with Hannah and my apartment, as the forms filled.