So for a few weeks, we would be having four more members in our house – uncle, aunt, their daughter Sweta and son Amit. Sweta, Amit, me and my two b...others became very good friends as we all were almost of similar age. Sweta was a bomb and my brothers were eyeing to fuck her. They asked for my help and I was happy to do that as a favor. So considering the size of our house and rooms, we decided that I and Sweta would sleep in one room and Amit will share the room with my brothers.Then to get. ." He said but was stopped by Cathy."But we've no real evidence that this is going to happen, it's only a suggestion and what's going to be said when we say it could happen? We'd be laughed out to the place!" She said.Sir Timothy nodded in agreement. "That would be true, but I'll have a discrete word with people I know, let them step up security, we'll blame it on the bank robbers link them with terrorists or some-such, we have a couple of names, we'll also include Chris ... I'll have to talk. " He calls you a growed up woman, eh. And he touches you and stuff? Do you let him?" Daddy asks me."I don't let him, but yeah, he's always kinda like patting me on the butt or rubbing my back and sometimes even, you know, kinda touching my boobs a little bit." Well, I'll be damned," Daddy said, kinda pacing around the room. "Listen, Honey, I been a thinkin'. I want y'all to wear somethin' what makes you look real, real purty when we go see Mr. Wheeler," Daddy suddenly says.I'm like kinda. I couldn’t see Papa forking over a bundle of cash for my college education when it took every penny he had just to keep the farm on a paying basis. One failed crop would cause a lot of grief; two failed crops and he’d be in hock up to his ears. And anyhow, it was obvious that, even though he didn’t hold out a lot of hope for me, he would still rather have a farmer for a son than a scholar. What good was a scholar?Well, that particular day I was hiding out in my little cubbyhole doing practice.