Mummy ek peg banane lagi. Uncle –ek hi kyun?Mummy—mai nhi piti.Uncle–thodasa humare liye bhi nhi.Mummy tho da sa apne liye bhi peg bana li. Phir...uncle pne lage.Mummy ne bhi ek ghut piya.Uncle–samdhan ji aaj jo subah me hua aap naraj to nhihai. Mummy kuch nhi boli.Phir thodi der batchit hui. Mummy ko thoda nasa ho gaya.Mummy–ab paros du khana.Uncle–hmmmm. Phir mummy khana dalne lagyi.Mumy or uncle ne sath me khana khaya.Khane ke bad mummy safai krne lagi.Uncle mummy ko ghur rhe the. Kam krne ke. " What curse? What stages?" Dean almost blurted out. "What in the hellare you talking about?"Dean stopped in time before using a cuss word in front of his parents.Dean still had the taste of the soap his parents used to wash his mouththe last time he did. And that was just three week ago.It was a household rule everyone in the household had to abide by. Deanremembered just the last summer when his dad let out a cuss word whenhe had to change the oil in the car. Dean watched as his mother. They were pretty certain they would not manufacture them personally because the demand would be so great, if their belief was correct, that no one plant could possibly make enough of the generators to satisfy demand. The generators worked equally as well with water power, wind power, you name it. All they required was some force to turn the shaft and they would turn out kilowatt after kilowatt of power.Perhaps the best thing about the generators was they could easily be assembled using normal. He had never been large and now, it seemed that thepressure of tucking it and pushing his testicles up inside his body hadalmost made them stay there by themselves. His testicles and scrotum skinseemed to be shrinking too. He noticed that the head of his penis seemedsmaller and because it never got hard, seemed to have retreated back intothe sheath of skin surrounding it almost as if he had never beencircumcised. While he liked it when Helen licked his genitals during sex, but sometimeshe felt.