"I can't imagine you ever being a bullylike him. You're just too nice. But even so, just because you used to bea bully doesn't mean you have to put up... with what he's doing to you now.I can't understand why you don't just thump him one on the nose. Thatwould teach him a lesson." I can't do that either," I said. "Hitting people is naughty, Tris. AndI don't want to be naughty any more. I'm trying to be good. Everythinghas been better since I became a girl. I've learned how to knit and sew,how to. ’“There was this one time…” I continued, “… he planned it such that he fell on her chest with his face wedged in her cleavage. Then grabbing her tits with his hands he tried to shove his face deeper while pretending to do the opposite.”Arjun was speechless as we walked towards the doorstep. I was about to ring the bell when I heard voices from inside. We went around and peeped through an open window. It was that haraami Raja with another one of his lessons. My mother was in her white bra-panty. She must have noticed me staring and did it on purpose because right after she said she forgot something and went back inside. A few moments later she came back to the car and we started off to the restaurant. " Where we going aunt Evelina ?" She just smiled and didn't say anything. As I sat there in uncomfortable silence with my hand over my semi hard dick looking at her legs. I looked up in shock when she pulled up at the drive through of taco Bell. (My favorite place to eat) she ordered us a. Yesterday’s battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than to provide any real opposition to the invaders. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her.