Then next day that uncle and his men came to our house again at evening and my mom again told me to go out and play I went,I came back after 1 hour th...en I saw the two huge men who came with the uncle were stand in front of our door and the door was closed and I the uncle was inside with my mom so when I went near our door to go inside they stopped me and said I can’t go inside, I asked them why can’t I go they told me “You mom is getting fucked inside so wait outside” In telugu(nee amma lopala. The fellow I was with told me sure. We went to the show. I looked around and saw a fellow selling Antique knives. I asked him what my knife was worth. I had paid 12 dollars for it from a well known local blacksmith. He looked at it and his eyes bugged out. "Where did you get this from?" he asked. I told him that it was handed down in my family, and had been bought new at Manhattan, Kansas. He offered $5000 for the knife and told me it was worth more, but he could not afford to offer more. I. Please make me yours.” The silence in the kitchen is deafening. He has taken his fingers away from my crotch and now we are simply standing, staring at each other. I have to do something. I take the hand that has been rubbing my crotch and pull it to my face. His fingers are glistening with my juices. I slide two of his fingers into my mouth and suck them gently. I feel slightly victorious because he does not pull away. I continue to suckle my father’s fingers one by one and I love the. ‘It’s nothing. The sort of thing that is unavoidable when someone pulls a knife.’ Her hands, so tiny next to his caressed the uninjured skin, dabbing at the trickle of crimson with a bit of cloth she pulled from a pocket. ‘It is not ‘Nothing’… you were hurt helping me. It was a brave thing to do, very brave. Let me repay you.’ She pressed the handkerchief into his palm and turned, still holding his hand and began to walk away. To avoid embarrassing her he followed meekly. As he walked he.