She used to appreciate my looks once in a while. While traveling with her on the bike, i used to sit close to her and used to hold my legs tightly tow...rds her and never missed any opportunities to touch her when she hits the brake. These events kept going for several years.My cousins had come from us at that time and they are much younger than me but of the age group of my aunt’s children. I used to play with them and keep them occupied. One day, these kids wanted to stay at her place and enjoy. “Get your breakfast and carry on later. What’s your first class? Physics? Alright send me one, this has made me feel like some action.”Janice only sleeps four hours a night and had had breakfast already. Now I had to send a girl for her to lure into sex, or cajole or who knew. Janice’s office has no cameras in it - or at least not on the system I had access to - so I could only guess what would happen. I just knew my freedom, or relative freedom perhaps I should say, depended on my sending her. The fogged glass of the shower doors affords little privacy, and she clearly sees him jerking off.She jumps back in surprise and shock, standing with her back against the wall like she is hiding from a crazed killer. But it was a mere second before her curiosity lures her back. She slowly positions herself to get a view of her naked and obviously horny father. He is turned sideways and leaning toward the wall of the shower, with his weight on his left arm. His right hand is gripping his rigid. “Why no aboriginal language at all?”“No idea. But try not to get enraged. It won’t do any good. Let me pose a question for you. I looked at a brief book on art history by Dana Arnold and I don’t know what she thinks. She says: ‘When we look at a painting or sculpture, we often ask the following questions: who made it?; what is the subject?; when was it completed?’ I don’t think I ask those until later.“She seems to believe that art history is how artworks make us feel. But, I think my first.