On the way back to the market I see Brian, earlier he was pointed out to me as the local King’s Representative: what they call the local cop. I ask ...im to come with us to the market. He gives me an odd look as he agrees to go with us.Trading TroubleWe go up to the man with the cinnamon and I ask, “Did I hear you right, before? You’ll sell all three sacks of cinnamon for three shells?” He nods yes to me. “Right, we’ll do this one sack at a time. You open them up to show me the contents are good. Well, not quite yet. It was summer time and I was going into 9th grade in September. I was staying at my cousin Derek's and his folks' house, my parents having gone off to New York on business with their theater production company. Derek was a junior in high school but still good enough to be on the Senior Varsity football team. He had his driver's license and was headed out on a Saturday night. His mom stopped him at the door. "You're going to the movies? Take your cousin Bobby along.' "But,. I had prepared the lunch for Rinki. I had made her favorite ‘Halwa’. As Rinki was going to have lunch at Rohini’s house as I was going to visit beauty parlor I decided to go to Rohini’s house and deliver the Halwa. I went up a floor and knocked on her door.She opened it and I was mesmerized by her dusky beauty. I think she just had a bath and her whole body smelled like rose petals. I greeted her with a good morning and asked her, “How are you Rohini. Everything is okay na?”. She smiled and. “RIP OPEN MY CLOTHES! YOU WON’T REGRET MY SLUTTY HOLES!” was what was written in Black.I was surprised to find out that my mom walked around wearing her semi-modern, yet decent, outfits over such provocative undies.If it was not my own mother that I had in front of me, I would have penetrated her in the most animalistic way possible. And then, get her dressed up, only to tear apart her clothes, and fill her holes, just like she begged for.If this was a situation that involved a more eager.