Saying he had no money or cards, no mobile, being he was from Africa and had only arrived three days ago he had no idea at all where he was. Also that...he was a student hoping to enjoy his break from his studies before his next term back in Cape Town. We told him to get in the car, we couldn’t just dump him In the next town he had nothing and knew no one so we decided to turn around and take him home with us. Once there he couldn’t stop thanking us enough, he was a fine looking young man, well. Because of current closeness between me and mom I slowly started take some advantage.I started by saying that she is beautiful in that sari kind of and used to praise her when ever possible some times depending on her mood I used to ask who came first yesterday night and dad was up to her expectations or not will dad try different styles or not and all she used to say that dad never tried anything other than man on top and he is Ok kind of answers.Once I asked did dad ever removed your clothes. " A faggot?" I giggled."Isn't that what you are?" I think I'm a girl," I said. "But I guess I am, yeah ... A faggot. It sounds funny." Nobody ever called you that?" he wondered."No, not to my face," I shrugged. "I went to a girl's school, so ... I don't know, they called me other names." White girls?" Yeah." I bit my lip."So why are you a girl then?" Mr. Reiser was moving his hands under the water, feeling my tummy, my waist and hips, down to my thighs."My mom wanted a girl," I said and then. “I just opened your mystery gift in front of my parents. You could have warned me that it was gonna make me cry.”“That was never my intention,” I told her. “I take it they were happy tears?”“Of course. A pinkie ring with your birthstone and an inscription that says ‘proof you have me wrapped around your little finger’? My mother and my sister are both gushing about how sweet it is. The others have the same rings?”“Absolutely. Different styles. It would be extremely tacky for me to buy in bulk..