My mom looked at herself on the large mirror, on the wall of her bathroom. The neck of her nighty was low and exposed a lot of her bust. She stripped ...out of it, revealing her luscious naked body.My mom just couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the day. Last week, she stood in front of the same mirror in a lovely white kurti. She was ready to go out with my dad, and fresh after a bath.Her hair was still not fully dry. She had a quick shower, that day, and she could feel the dampness of the. ” The relief in his voice was hard to miss. Anniel pressed her palms against his bare, firm, chiseled torso and drew back. “I need to have a serious conversation with Ashriel about the way he treats you guys. You’re not in the holy city any longer. He can ease up on the stifling rules already.” Abdiel nodded, even as Seth crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, looking a bit annoyed at Anniel. “Oh, please do talk to him, Anniel,” Abdiel ran a frustrated hand through his shoulder. “Oh Uncle Dave I’m so sorry I did not know what you looked like or, oh my god I am so embarrassed”. Anita said. “Oh don’t worry about it, if your mother hadn’t told me what you look like when I talked to her last night, and that you were coming to pick me up, then who knows what might had happened . After she recovered from the most embarrassing episode of her life, the two collected Dave’s bags and headed back to Anita’s house. On the forty-five minute ride home Anita filled her uncle in on. I made Clarissa myslut, I designed her to befit whatever my sexual tastes may be and through allthat she remained innocent. I am as surprised as anyone. 33 odd years of on andoff art and music and bullshit and this proves to be my only masterpiece."Now get down on your knees."I am speaking in gentle soft tones. There is no need to shout or be aggressive.Clarissa knows that she will obey or be punished. She knows that beyond anydoubt. Sometimes she chooses punishment. For now, she obeys.It is.