You suppose? Yeah, well, been a bit busy today, know what I mean? (sigh) Tell me about it, I’ve had school all day. It’s all right for you- you’...re at university and get time off. Back at home, y’know, where all the brainy people live… Yeah yeah, whatever. Back to reality now, please? Hmm… well, anyway, I’ve been really busy today- loads of homework to do, and it’s a drag. Well, would you prefer that I phoned you back? Don’t be silly- I phoned you anyway, and I wouldn’t have done that if I was. Lizzie cleaned up the house, and Chris was finding himself playing with dolls, against his original intents. Since he was in his sister's body though, he convinced himself that he couldn't be too embarrassed about it. Getting up, he accidentally knocked a flower pot over, spilling dirt onto the carpet. Lizzie glared at him, angry since she'd just vacuumed. She was about to yell at him, but he already started cleaning it up himself, and she remembered how she'd felt when she got yelled. Pooku lo velu petti kelukuthunnadu. Mom wasn’t satisfied with that. She told dad to start fucking, dengudu. Dad then removed his lungi and put his 7inch sulla, cock into mom’s bolli, pussy. After dropping semen into her, dad told her how is it? Mom replied, I am not satisfied. If u do not fuck in a way I get satisfaction, I will see another man for that and even elope with him. Dad told her u r kaama pisachi. Next morning when dad was reading news paper, I kissed him and told gd morning and sit. Greta looked up at me. She didn't say good morning. She said, "It's not in the newspaper, but it's on the radio. The news will come on at the top of the hour. Listen while I get you a cup of coffee."I sat down just as the news gal on the radio started speaking."Early this morning," a pleasant female voice said, "a serial killer that targets Native American women students or employees of universities in the western states struck again, this time in Mesa. The victim..." Holy crap!" I breathed. I.