His wife left him and he went to live deep in the bayou..."Shanti's voice was beginning to be tinged with venom."... where he lived with a black woman...for the remainder of his life. They had twelve children, seven of them girls and he, in his insanity, raped every one of them. Three of those daughters bore his children. One was a girl who he impregnated when she was twelve and he almost eighty. The son she bore was my father."Shanti looked the older woman eye to eye with a controlled hatred in. He asked me to grab him a beer. I grabbed him one and even got myself one. I said "mind if I have a beer and watch the game with yiu?" He said sure but pretty much ignored me. I sat down next to him and had a beer trying to make small talk. I was getting nowhere. I decided to keep having beers despite having to work the following morning. After 4 beers and the game was winding down I was making no progress. I said to myself "what the hell" and decided to be adventurous. I unzipped his fly and. We chat about anything but the thing we await, as we wait.She comes into the room, still dressed in the black leather dress, her collar and nothing else. Her bare feet make small sounds as she crosses the hardwood floor. I can tell she’s nervous, but I find it arousing. She’s mine, my fucktoy, and I have decided to share her tonight.She kneels on the thick carpet between us, folding her hands in her lap. Her dress fits snuggly, emphasising the curve of her waist and the shape of her breasts. I. A very attractive woman named Rosa was actually the manager of the building I stayed in and I began to hit on her a bit. She was flattered and would, in my mind, flirt back with me sometimes.One day I got up my nerve and asked Rosa if she would want to get dinner sometime with me. She accepted and we agreed to meet at the lobby and walk together to a nearby cafe. We had a nice time discussing each other's background and learning things about each other's culture. When the bill came I attempted.