.Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if the... were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For millennia I lingered in the valley of death. There were no shadows in that valley, only blackness,. This happen to her three times before we got together. She’s only ever been with women; she’s fooled around with men, but never had sex. She’s been showing interest in having a threesome lately, and I think it’s a great idea. I've always enjoyed threesomes. She asked me to set it up, she trusted me to find someone for us. * We’re curling up in bed, after a long session of pure animal like sex. I figure now would be a great time to tell her. “Ella, baby. I have some news. I believe I found. During the fest she wore a beautiful blue sari with matching low cut blouse just like a desi gal and was looking like a sex bomb. I got an instant hard on. I couldn’t control myself. I went near her and praised her for her beauty and tried flirting with her. During the fest we got bored, and i asked her to come to my home i have planned something very special for her. My devil mind had started working, we went outside college, i took my bike from parking she sat with me and i drove her to home,. Those were Rajnigandha flowers, which I like the most.I welcomed the young man inside. He offered me flowers saying Chechi this is for you. When I accepted flowers from him, he bows into my feet like an obedient nephew. He introduced him self as Prakash Patel.I can’t think anything but feel like my real nephew. He had already called me Chechi, and he was constantly looking down. I talked to him for an hour but he had not seen upward at my face or my body. I felt like talking to my family.