My mom said Bob would legally adopt me and we would be a happy family. Bob was gruff and didn’t talk much and his main intere...sts were watching sports while having a few beers when not working. As such we didn’t have much in common and weren’t close although I think we tried to make thing work for my mom’s sake. Bob usually worked until 4:00 and my mom worked in the local diner until 6:00 or 7:00, so that would give me a small window to play “dress-up” after school. . I peered into thepink, fleshy opening of her vagina. In her face I saw the hidden desires of a woman. I saw a woman who borea resemblance to me, but was clearly not me. The nose, the set of hereyes, the expanse of her forehead, were all so subtly different. Hercheeks were more prominent and her skin was smooth, hairless. Herhairline was lower although her hair was cut short. Those lips. Thoselips were fuller, clearly not mine. I remembered how differently it hadfelt to run my tongue. " We should. But I don't think we should just call. We should do it in person. Then they could see that we're serious and that you're not a bad guy." I noticed that she had transposed my "you" to her "we". But she was right. If we were going to be together, it was only fair that I carry my half the load, however uncomfortable it might be."OK." I agreed. "No use putting it off. Why don't you call your parents now? Set something up for tonight, and we'll get it over with."She gave me a sweet. I dragged her to the bedroom, ripping off her blouse and lehnga on the way, and threw her on the bed. She, like every trained village slut, lied on her back and opened her legs. What does she think of me? Her husband? I slapped her face and told her to turn over like my little bitch. She obeyed.I lean over her, kiss her and tell her, “apni gaand tayyaar rakh” (“prepare that anus”). I lick my fingers and start teasing her asshole, which made her tremble a little out of nervousness, which was fun.