Dad lay down with his head in Mom’s lap and most of his body on the mattress in the space between the seats. Joan got shotgun as long as I was drivi...ng. Mom wasn’t going to make her be a pillow for Dad.I hit I-69 south and had to deal with traffic around Indianapolis. Then it was flat out on I-70 west. Because I was in a different timeline, it didn’t feel flat out to V1. In my other life, I’d have pushed the speed up close to eighty and locked in the cruise control. The speed limit on Indiana. I pulled them back up. This upset him. He pushed me on the bed and this time he pulled them off again. I tried to pull back up. He got really mad by now and the third time he tried he took them all the way off. I was scared I didn’t now what to do. I wanted my mom and dad to come and get me. Take me home to do something. My uncle just looked at me with out my pants on. He than tried to take off my underwear I held on to them for dear life. But it was to no avail. He got them off as well. . There was no mistaking it, we were in mom's bedroom, shortly before her death." ... and when I get a job one day, I'll get a nice home far from the city and then you will come to visit me. It will be so cool, we can have some girl talk, and we can go out shopping and maybe we can go on a vacation together. Wouldn't that be awesome?" said the girl, in an obviously fake cheery voice. Even from here, I could tell that she wasn't fooling anyone with her attempt."That was my sister," I said, "we're. I then took her to my bedroom and started kissing her lips again. Our tongues met and we went on and on. May be she was never kissed in this way. I said that you are very beautiful and would like to make love to you. She said that I am all yours; just love me more and more. I kissed her neck, her cheeks and her hands. She loved it. I removed her pallu of sari and touched her. I took her on the bed and removed her blouse and her bra. She had small breasts, but very firm and round. I pressed them.