I’m sure he will be gentle.Rekha- what if he’s not gentle? I don’t know about him in bed na. What to do? I’m scared.Shruthi- let me talk to hi...m and I’ll make sure that he’ll not be rough.By this time I came out and shruthi went in. I asked rekha to come little late after her bath to give us some time in which I will make sure to woo shruthi. Now when shruthi came out she said she wanted to talk to me about something, I said okay.Shruthi- kishan rekha wants to get fucked by you. I know even you. ”“I’m good,” Zoey said. “Nothing stopping you.”“I don’t want to go through that on my own. We’re doing it together, Yunie.”“Daddy,” Christie said, squirming, “how can Phoebe be your daughter if you’re not married to Aunt Vicky. Can’t only married people have babies.”“I’m not married to your mother, am I?” I asked her. “And we had you.”Her brow furrowed. This look of confusion crossed her face. “You’re not married to them? Don’t you love Mommy and Mommy Pam?”“Of course I love them,” I said, the. "Uh, yeah, I hope I didn't step on your feet too much." Oh, you were so cute!" she said, tousling his damp hair. "No, you didn't step on my feet. You were so serious, concentrating on your steps, I guess. I couldn't even get you to look up at me!" Sorry," he said. She laughed and gave him a light punch in the shoulder.She took a sip of her tea then put the cup back on the table. "So tell me," she said. "You have a girlfriend, Robbie? Meet anyone nice at school?" She watched his face over her. Cruel, uproarious, horrid laughter--the laughter of those who suffer no muse, laughter that feasts upon the innocenct. A laughter that destroys what feels and loves, as it must, as it must never be reminded of the vapidness of its own soul. The anti-soul. A laughter that crushes souls---no longer recalling for what purpose they are borne.A sea of winged beasts with serpents' tails, legs of fish and the teeth of dogs--each unique, partaking of some part of that woman the noble Tristan.