It happened because I could see my sister's cunt. I didn't continue to watch to satisfy a voyeuristic need. I watched because the sight had shocked me... into immobility. I stood halfway up the stairs as if rooted in the ground like the giant live oaks that fashioned leaf-canopied alleys leading to antebellum Southern homes.I made no sound, not even a gasp. As I watched Carrie push a finger into my sister's cunt, my autonomic responses seemed to cease functioning. Grace's legs fell wider apart,. “So this is what the bridge looks like? Its small.”“There is a limit on how much space a ship has, and if you’ve studied the Patrician class closely you’ll know that the ship is no bigger than the home pods we are using,” I replied to Captain Prescott.“Why such a small ship?” the man asked as he walked past me and looked at the controls at the tracking station.“Materials cost money and the mass probably influences the cost of operating the ship. I don’t know much about the class, but it appears. "Who is it?" came a thick voice from inside."Mansoor, it's me Zahid. Open up."The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Mansoor. He was shirtless and wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter than me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick beard, and curly gray hair. I'd guess him to be older than Zahid, maybe in his 50s."What happened?" he asked, staring at me."This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I saw her when I. "Jane," she instructed me mildly, "Please put afresh dress on the baby. We are going to take him for a walk around theblock in his carriage."'I don't feel like going out in public." I responded. "Besides I'm tiredfrom a long hard day."A storm cloud seemed to sweep across Jane's face, but she said nothing tome. Instead she spoke in a quiet voice to Martha. "Do you remember wherethe baby's newest blanket was put?" At Martha's nod, she added, "Wouldyou mind getting it for me?"When Martha stepped.