When I had last seen him he was a healthy and vibrant man, but the stroke had left partially paralyzed on his right side and his speech was slurred. M...m was worn to a frazzle from trying to run the business and take care of Dad at the same time.The day after I got home, I opened the shop instead of Mom. Five minutes after I unlocked the door Stan came in. Stan had been with my Dad for years, and it was Stan who taught me a good part of what I knew about welding and fabrication. He came in,. “Yes, my Jewish sister – the older one. You’re the middle one. I’m the young one.”“A sub-set of the sisters around here,” I said.She smiled. “Yeah, they’re like that, aren’t they?”“They all bring something,” I spoke.“So do you.”“I don’t know what I bring. I’m just restarting my college thing. I don’t have skills. I don’t have a mate. I hardly contribute...”“You’re our first mandolinist,” she said. “That’s a start. You brought Derek. He upset the stability of the Munchkins. Keeps ‘em from. .but there was also something else, I couldn't quite put my finger on it...but for some reason I had a vaguely uneasy feeling staring into them.Her profile was written completely in Spanish, so there was little else I could tell about her. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was, maybe it was those beautiful piercing eyes. I was about to click the close button (You don't know how many times in the past months I wish I had done just that), but instead clicked the button which said "Private. He was eyeing my breast which was barely covered by the cups of my bra, my slim and flat tummy,still wet petticoat that showed off my figure without concealing any part. I could see a feeling of lust and sex comes in his eyes. I had totally forgotten the keys to our room were not with me when I had started removing my clothes for drying up. I failed to take care of that and now Arvind had entered the room casually when I was in a semi nude position. I covered my breasts with my hands and I.