She commented that after our marriage and child births we had become mo e attractive. She helped in powdering and perfuming our hidden parts and magni...ficent boobs. We all continued to be nude till 6:30 p.m. We then realised that we had discarded the last of our dresses more than 20 hours ago. We put on simple clothes with as usual the ladies in a saree and the guy in his best dhoti and shirt. Mom also informed us that she had kept ready five sets of new dresses for the five girls to be worn for. Only the impending cold winter halted its invasion.And the garbage! Garbage was everywhere. There were trash bags that had been set out, then forgotten about. It looked like wild animals made regular forays through everyone's trash. Litter and filth were everywhere.If this were my trailer park, I don't even know where to begin. People shouldn't live like this. Experience told me, however, sometimes people do. The outside of my places look nice, but give the wrong tenant a few months and they'll. I didn’t even know her name yet. As you can well imagine it took me about a nanosecond to decide to close my little booth for a short while.We walked over to the food court area of the auditorium and each of us ordered a cinnamon-sugar elephant ear for lunch. I know, “health food”, right! We sat at a little table with people milling all around and got to know each other a little. I learned her name, that she’d just graduated from college but didn’t yet know what she was going to do with her. Thankfully the school made the image of his mother, naked and fucking, shrink to a back corner of his mind. Not forgotten, but temporarily shoved under the carpet of more pressing brain-activities. But a school-day isn't long enough for something like that to be forgotten, especially since he had no one to talk to. He was a freak. An outcast. He was the only one without a father and he had a mother with a history of psychological illness. She was depressive and had to take medication to keep it.