The man, known only as Kamal, was the owner of the estate, having become quite wealthy by providing sexually explicit exhibitions, the likes of which ...he was presenting this evening, to multi-millionaire oil sheiks and their mistresses.He was very adept at what he did, having discovered over the years that his select cliental preferred mature American women over all others. He had put on a few 'shows' that had featured busty young teenage girls but, to his surprise, these performances had not. "Wake up jail birds you've got a chance to take on some grub before you meet the judge. The gruel that they served would not have been accepted in any soup kitchen. I let it cool and harden in the bowl. I gave it back to the guard who came to take me to see the judge.He was going to put the bracelets on me, but saw my scars and decided against it. "Well. you are only a horse gonif anyway." The deputy led me out of the jail and across a courtyard. I was placed in a hallway to wait.The Hon. Judge. I told her I will change and come back. I went home in a hurry changed into my shorts and a tee and went to aunty. When I entered I was amazed to see aunty sleeping in sexy pose, by seeing me she said I was waiting for u only come fast and gave a flirty smile. As I started to massage she asked the question which gave me almost an attack. She asked why I stare at her all the time and what was I looking at that day. I had no words and was stammering but managed to say nothing and put my head. .........................So, the oncologist tells me, there's not much a mastectomy can do for me now, since the fucking cancer is in my lymph glands, my liver, all over the place....he still wants to do radiation, chemo, the whole fuckin' deal...................... Silkie, I don't need tears at this point, godammit, cry for me when I'm fuckin' dead..............I'm still alive, I still want to make love with you...................... I hope to be a bi slut until they throw what's left of me in.