Now, Blanche’s ranch wasn’t a place where you normally would raise a couple of hot blooded, spirited girls as on the Rochard ranch they didn’t k...ep your regular animals. On the fields and in the barn human females were taken care of. Consenting females at that. Women would come to the ranch, willingly losing their clothes and would live on the ranch as livestock while getting taken care by the Rochards. It started when Blanche was much younger, dating her first boyfriend, and she somehow found. Slowly, carefully,sensually. Mother took a tissue, blotted her lips, and then reapplied. The lipstick did not exactly match the nail polish, but it seemed toperfectly compliment it.My heart was already beating a mile a minute from having Mother paint mynails. Watching her put on her lipstick sent my heart rate through theroof. I thought I was having a heart attack. There was somethingincredibly erotic about it. I felt like I was watching a performance.A performance just for me. She. We've done all we can for him," I said"I don't feel right about leaving this dog all alone, tied to the tree," she replied." We can notify the authorities in the next town and they'll see that he is taken care of," I suggested."I don't know if they would do that or not. Let's just stay with him awhile. Maybe that will calm him down," Roshni said.I shrugged my shoulders and changed the subject. All the while we had been discussing the dog's plight, she was petting him, moving her hands slowly. She is two years younger than me.My brother started burning crackers and I could clearly see the joy on Khushi’s face. Khushi’s father is a pujari(priest), this made him quite miser and conservative. He doesn’t allow her daughter to go out, chat with boys and do all kinds of stuff which can make her a defaulter as per his social stigma. When Khushi and I were together for two years, she did not even allow me to kiss her, this was the sole reason for our break up.But that night, there was.