" Not knowing what else to do, Brooke turned on Ronni. "And you! This is all your fault, you little slut! Why were you emailing my husband, your frien...'s father with your dirty pictures anyway? And how could you bring Emily into this?" Well, Mommy Brooke," Ronni replied calmly, "it might interest you to know that what really started this was what I saw on Daddy Jack's computer one day when I was over with Em." What are you ... what is she talking about, Jack?"Jack stood frozen."Ronni, what are. ‘Sure, thanks.’ I replied as I rolled over onto my tummy.Daddy got onto his knees and about half a minute later I could feel his hands rubbing softly on my back and it actually began to feel more like a massage. I thought I could lie there forever, without a care in the world. Daddy’s touch was firm, yet soft. As he continued, I could feel myself enjoying it more and more, my breathing getting deeper and my eyes closing as I began to moan softly. I scrunched up my toes as I felt Daddy’s hands. This was very awkward. “Although I have seen amma just in her bra countless times it was as if I wasn’t looking. But this, if she has to show her body to me every day, our relationship won’t be the same.” I argued with myself.Meanwhile, they talked inside and after a few minutes Raja stepped out. He smiled looking at me. Bring me close he whispered in my ear, “I know how you look at your mother, dirty boy. It’s in the best interest for both of us that I come to tutor your mother.” Then he. The first two weeks of their tour had passed in an unbelievable blur, a harsh and unforgiving routine of sound checks, bus rides, autograph sessions, radio station interviews, eating, drinking, getting wasted, and, briefly, for one hour every day, performing. The cities they visited passed one by one, some of them the most famous and historical cities in American history, and they saw nothing of them but hotel rooms, auditoriums, record stores, and freeway systems. From the bus windows they saw.