This time she started to make light physical contact with her hands every now and then. A playful push if I made a joke or a tap on my arm to emphasiz... what she was saying. We were getting along famously.Then we ran out of conversation and there was a moment or twos silence. I couldn't think of what to say and she said nothing back. I looked at her a couple of times and she smiled back. My cock was stiffening in my trousers and my thoughts turned to what I would like to do to her. "What are you. After dinner, when both kids were asleep and Weena and I each had a glass of wine, I found out about Patrick's problem.Apparently, he had been fighting in the school yard.Actually, he had knocked down an eight-year-old and was sitting on his chest when a teacher 'removed' him. "Is there more to the story?"Weena had a gleam in her eye. "Is there? Is there! It seems that the bigger boy was baiting Rachel, calling her 'yellow slant-eye' and 'lousy Jap.' Rachel was crying and Patrick jumped at the. I silently returned to the room and after 15 minutes my chichi saas came and found me awake so she asked why I am not sleeping and she was looking very weak and weepy and I said when I was returning from the toilet I saw everything and she broke in weep and told me my chacha Sasur is performing some kind of aghori rituals and consuming ganja and after that he fucks her mercilessly to get a child and he in that state is totally barbaric and does not care about her and she is weak and can’t take. “Sir,” she said, her voice deadly serious. “That was-”“Arronax, I know,” I said.“What do we do?” she asked. “If he can strike at us at any time...”I shook my head. “I don’t believe he actually can,” I said, frowning.Her brow furrowed. “Sir, he knocked each of us out...”“That he did,” I said, nodding as I stepped back, then started to walk down the corridor. Two dwarven guards waited at the end of the corridor, and both started to march ahead of us, clearly leading us towards the throne room. I.