I was home alone as Mom was in Colorado on a shoot. I was in the middle of fixing something for supper when the phone rang."Farrell residence," I answ...ered. Mom uses her maiden name and WE use her married name."Greg? Tommy here, your Mom's been in an accident and you're going to have to fly out here to get her. Calm down, she wasn't seriously hurt but she's helpless. She broke both arms and can't do anything." Tommy was Thomas Howland who was THE Photographer in charge of the shoots, the man Mom. Aunty was in the chair with her one leg stretched over the other. “Have a seat beta!” She pointed towards the edge of the bed millimeter away from her. I sat at the part where she commanded. “Yes aunty, what’s wrong?” I inquired.“First and foremost, why are you here 3 minutes late?” She started in a very low voice.“There was a lot of work their masi, things happened not the way I expected.” I gave my clarification.“Oh that’s a good thing that you had it all done son, but you are deserving of a. I told her to throw the saari away and stand up straight. She hesitated but compiled. I made her turn around as I inspected her body. Her head was down as I was looking at her. I touched her left nipple. She had very deep brown areola and long nipples. Her nipples were almost 2 cm long. I held her left nipple and pinched it slightly, she made a “shshs” sound as if in pain. I immedeately slapped her.“Jab tum isko kheech rahi thi tab toh bada mazaa aara raha tha tumhe! (when you were pulling it,. You cut me off.’ ~ After pacing around the cottage for a few minutes, Peter slumped into the chair by his desk and tried to get on with some work. He struggled in vain to concentrate for forty five minutes before giving up. He felt the twitchiness of unburnt adrenalin, so decided to go for a run. Having changed into suitable clothing he set out along the clifftop path, going in the opposite direction to the village. The route this way ran unbroken for miles. He pushed himself hard. Despite the.