The next morning, she dressed for work in what she sometimes referred to as her ‘come fuck me’ clothes. These are professional but very sexy — a... pencil skirt, tight blouse, 4 inch heels and she wore thigh hi stockings and a matching lace panties and bra underneath. She strutted into the kitchen while I made coffee. ‘Trying to impress someone?’ I asked. ‘Yes, you. Think about me wearing this today because when I get home I am going to fuck your brains out.’ We had not talked like this to each. I heard my Name being called and saw mother beckoning me. I went up to her and she said: “Beta, this is Mr Sunil, Devang uncle’s boss” Devang uncle was Sheela Aunty’s husband, a very genial and friendly person. “Oh, sunil uncle, how are you?”, I said politely. (Mr) Sunil extended his hand and shook mine. Mom and Sunil (uncle) resumed their talks while I took their leaves. Out of a corner of my eye, I saw them laughing and smiling. It was ages since I saw my mother smile so much. She genuinely. He looked just like the greasy pervert he now was.Walking behind him was Steffy. Marcus was impressed by thetransformation, considering it had only been 4 months. She towered overeven Marcus in her clear plastic platform heels, standing at 6' 2". Thiswasn't even counting her new bouffant hairstyle, an obvious wig whichstood piled high on her head, in red-brown tones with strong blondehighlights, and held in place with at least a can of hairspray. She worea one piece dress in a garish green and. Some women were married at twelve, but none of mine are that young. I didn’t want the younger ones pregnant until they were older, but the rest of the women argued about it. We settled on sixteen, but I was assured that the younger ones would be okay if they ended up pregnant.”“Assured?” Mom asked. I replied by setting Theodora’s small statue on the table.“If she can zap me out of a plane and send me back nearly 2,000 years, put me in a body that’s only nineteen years old, and bring me back.