The tender young vestal virgins of the Roman Empire who were carried off by the Huns from the north; the pioneer women who were carried off to become ...he wives of savage Indians; and, the ravaged women of Berlin after World War II. They all, from want of food or protection from greater indignities, had accepted protectors that they would have otherwise been repulsed by. It all became ultimately a matter of what one had to choose from, and not what one wanted to choose. The weakest had to choose. We talked mostly about school. I didn't get to see her much since I was always busy cleaning, cooking, and taking care of my mother when I wasn't working or doing my homework and studying. And I never let her come into my house. I'd die if she ever did.The house had been my grandparents'. I don't remember them much, but I think I was happy when they were alive. They never gave up on Mom, but were as useless as me to get her clean. At least back then she didn't bring men to the house. I think. I put my hand on her tummy and pulled out folds of saari inserted in her petticoat.Slowly I i removed all sari while kissing her on lips and pressing boobs in between. By this time my nawab is fully erect. In this excitement I placed my hands on her blouse and removed in a flash.Then we kiss each other passionately and in between those kisses I keep guiding her and making way to the bedroom. Then I made her sit on bed and I pushed her to sleep on her back.Then I went for her bra and petticoat. My entire back hurt from the flogging. I took a step forward, trembling, then swallowed and approached my mom. I glanced at her, biting my lip, afraid she would turn into a monster, that this apparent acceptance was all a ruse to trick me.I hugged her, stood on my toes, and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. Her arms went around me, resting on my lower back. When I tried to break away, she wouldn't let go. I squirmed, swallowing, wondering what she would do to me.“I think you can give me a.