But again, I was scared, thinking, what if our family reputation gets spoiled? So this is the only way I pleasure myself.I was shocked to hear this fr...m her mouth and went near her and tried to console her. I knew it was my turn to act smartly.“Amma, I know you have sacrificed your life only for me. Do you think I am a fool for not understanding your needs and happiness? I wanted to tell this long ago but was scared to death. I think this is the right time to spit out.”My Mom was looking at me. Hereafter I won’t come to your home and don’t talk to me.Me: what???Sister: yes, you are very bad bro. I came here to spend time with you but you don’t like na so I will not disturb you anymore.I opened the door with an angry look.Me: hey, why you are telling like this. I am not having angry on you.Sister: then why you are doing like this?Me: because of devi….Sister: what she did bro. She is a very good girl and she like you. Now she is upset because of you.Me: I don’t like devi calling me as a. Her eyelids fluttered helplessly and I gripped her tighter. “Jessica!” I cried out. She blinked with surprise, then managed to steady herself. “I am a bit dizzy,” she said weakly. I lifted her up and carried her to the front door. In my hurry, I didn’t notice the cat. I almost got tripped up so I had to kick it aside. “You are driving me mad, Sophie,” Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her hand under my shirt, her cool fingers rubbing my chest gently. I took a deep breath. "I'm using leather straps, not metal handcuffs, because they're morecomfortable for you. But don't worry, they're just as effective!" Hefinishes buckling the strap. "There, all done... see if you can reachthe buckle with your fingers."Emma moves her hand and wrist. Her wrist is very securely fixed in thestrap. The buckle is way too far from her fingers for her to be able toget anywhere near it - if she couldn't use her other hand. She knowsthat with her other wrist in a similar strap, she'll be.