He is a very jovial person. Many times before he has fondled me, squeezed my bums, kneaded my breasts. I used to enjoy them a lot and would always try... to be near him. He used to be very free with everyone.One evening my mother and grand mother went to the temple, only uncle and I were at home. He was sitting in the front verandah and reading something. I stood next to him near the table. He told me that I have grown up into a lovely girl, your bums are big and so is your melons, they are ripe,. Did I want to really go adventuring again? I guess I needed to think about it some more. Then I had a thought and tried hard to think ‘Barbara, I have a question’ and instantly she appeared again.“Yes Bob, what was your question?”“What happens to me if I do go on this adventure, I mean does a duplicate of me go on living here in this time and place or do I just have another heart attack and die here as I go on living wherever you send me?”“Very good question, Bob; what we do is essentially. Except for mentionning that this was no way to run a marriage i did not pay any attention to it . She kept bringing it up to the point where it annoyed me a bit . so i asked one evening after she was on that again -‘ Are you trying to tel me you want to do that to???’ -‘ no no i was just talking ‘ this after some hesitation On a tuesday night a week later . i was leaving the next morning to negotiate a big contract for. The beauty of it is that I nevereven asked for it. "Clean it up," I would utter and clean it up hewould perform. Because I now have more time, freer time, I can see moretoo. "Clean that up and then that. And see over there? That too." Noshouting. No yelling. I say; he does. Simplicity.Mine was not a posture to demand or terrify. I resolved to let him dothat to himself, my pattern for much of our recent life together. Whoknew where his mind went when I would breezily say, "Oh well,.