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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 45: Discussions (Mgg, rom, cons, oral)
The viewing at the funeral home the next evening was
almost
a repeat of last night, strained and tense, and it looked
like Mom was really struggling to keep herself together.
Liz was my mom's oldest sister's daughter. Mom and Aunt
Cindy were very close. For some reason, I couldn't remember
Aunt Cindy or even what she looked like.
On the way home, my mother was feeling very melancholy
and
began to reminisce about Aunt Cindy and Liz. She told me,
"Cinny was my best friend. She was the one who more or less
raised me. She was ten years older than me and she took me
everywhere she went. I never seemed to be a burden to her
like the other girls acted towards their younger sisters."
I broke in and asked her, "What'd you call
her?"
Mom chuckled and said, "Cinny. When I was learning
how to
talk, that's how I pronounced her name. After a while, she
was only "Cinny" to me."
"Anyway," Mom continued, "The saddest day
of my life was
when she got married and moved away. I'll never forget that
day as long as I live. I can still see that limousine
diving away down the street and out of my life: at least
that's what I thought at the time. I was 11 years old."
She sighed and took a breath and went on, "She'd
come
around to the house a couple of times a week, but it just
wasn't the same. When she had Liz, she asked me to be Liz's
godmother; me, a thirteen year-old kid! My older sisters
were livid!"
Turning in her seat to face me she continued,
"That's why I
was so close to Liz. I practically lived with Cinny and
babysat for her all the time, it was like old times.
When I got married and had you, Liz would even babysit
you
once in a while. You were just a baby, so you probably
don't remember."
Smiling now she said, "When Liz got married, she
moved to
San Diego. Her husband Jack didn't make much money, so we
never got to see each other except when your Dad went on
business trips. That's why you'd never met Emma until that
night in India. When Jack died, we supported Liz and Emma.
We brought her and Emma back here for treatment at Johns
Hopkins shortly after you went to India."
Mom got sullen again and said, "Probably the reason
everyone is so distant with me and Emma is either out of
jealousy over me being Liz's godmother, us supporting Liz
or us having money. It's as if it's been a thorn in their
side ever since. It still galls me that they'd hold a
grudge over three generations and take it out on a child!"
Dad, trying to comfort Mom said, "There, there now
Joan,
its no use crying over spilt milk. The best way for you to
honor Cindy and Liz is to see that Emma's future is taken
care of and that she's loved and cared for like she
deserves."
"You're right, John," she said with
conviction, "You can
bet your sweet bippy that she'll be cared for properly."
It seemed that the conversation made the drive shorter
because Dad pulled into the drive. Once parked and inside,
we were greeted with the view of three girls in a mangled
mess of entangled limbs playing twister.
Poor little Aleeya was on the bottom, almost spread
eagled,
with Priya hunched over her back. It looked almost like
Priya was humping her. Emma was bent in half over top
Priya, trying to keep her pink toes on the mat. All three
were giggling and trying to keep position as the pile waved
back and forth.
Aleeya was the first to see us and when she looked up,
she
fell flat on her stomach. That made the pile collapse,
burying the poor little pixie on the bottom.
Everyone had a good laugh as we watched the giggling
girls
untangled themselves from each other. After catching her
breath, Priya said, "We three have already said prayers,
you go ahead while we clean up our mess."
I ascended the stairs shaking my head and laughing to
myself. I'd finished my prayers and again the girls came up
for a girlie chat. After tittering on for a while, Priya
said, "Come on girls, its time for bed."
I guess Emma's no dummy either because she asked,
"Why does
Aleeya sleep with Sean?"
I probably had a look of shock that I tried to conceal,
when Priya quickly retorted, "Aleeya's mother used to beat
her and she has nightmares at night."
(Thank God for good 'ole 152!)
"Oh," Emma replied, "OK, let's go to
bed."
I gave a sigh of relief thinking that we'd dodged the
bullet on that one!
Aleeya and I got undressed, she played fireman again and
we
crawled into bed. I pulled the covers up, but she
immediately kicked them off saying, in that all too
familiar two-toned voice that little girls use on their
daddies when they want something, "Sean?"
Looking at her with a raised an eyebrow I replied,
"Yes
Aleeya, what do you want?"
She pulled her shoulders forward acting shy and
innocently
asked, "Give me a 'gasm, pleeeeezzzz."
Smiling, I replied, "I'm kinda tired, can't we just
cuddle
instead?"
"Oh phooey!" she replied, "Come on, give
me some tingles,
pleeeeezzzz.
I gave her a mock frown and said, "Oh alright, just
a quick
one. But don't forget to cover your mouth. We don't want
Emma asking any more questions!"
"Oh goody, goody! A 'gasm!"
Chuckling, I crawled up along side her and reached for
the
KY. I put a dab on my fingers and said, "Remember now, only
a quick one."
With a devilish smile she replied, "OK, but make it
a good one!"
I giggled and said, "One good 'gasm coming
up!"
I leaned over her, kissed her and we began tongue
dancing.
She must have been rarin' to go because it only took about
five minutes and her lips were hot and her face flushed. I
stroked her chest and her little BB's popped out and it was
off to the races.
Aleeya was moaning into my mouth as I started stroking
her
down to her mons. She rotated her hips upward inviting my
touch. Shit! She was so wet I didn't even need the KY!
Trying to make it a good one, I stoked her crease up and
down and slowly teased her tingle button, but left it (to
her dismay) and headed south. I teased her some more by
inserting my finger into her honey pot only about a half-
inch and just rocked my fingertip at her entrance. She was
thrusting her hips upward trying to impale herself on my
finger, but I didn't give in and held back.
After a few minutes of driving her crazy and her asking
me
for more, I slowly penetrated her with my finger. I curled
my finger upwards, and found that spongy spot on the top of
her little cunny about an inch inside. I started stroking
her G spot and about two minutes later she went off like a
roman candle!
Covering her mouth in a kiss, my cheeks bulged out when
she
took in a loud hiss of air through her nose and exhaled
into my mouth as she locked up.
Aleeya arched her hips up off the bed and about
amputated
my finger when she clinched me in a death grip. As she
hooted air loudly out of her nostrils, she'd spasm and
shudder. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was
in nirvana.
When she relaxed enough for me to extract my trapped
finger, I thought, "What the hell, give her a 'two fer.'
I drug my finger up to her engorged BB of a clit, and
began
to circle it quickly. Still peaked from her orgasm, Aleeya
was almost on the edge again. Dragging my finger down her
crease, I picked up her juices along the way, then started
rubbing circles around her little star.
She panted out in a faint moan, "You're sooooo
rude, but I
like it!"
I teased her nether hole by pretending to penetrate her,
but withdrew just before entering her anus. Little Aleeya
was in a tizzy! She was working her hips, trying to fuck
herself on my finger but I wouldn't let her do it.
I quickly went up to her dripping little grotto and
thrust
my finger inside. She moaned out "Gonna 'gasm, gonna do it
soon!"
Just as she peaked I pulled out and went south. I did it
so
quickly that as she rotated up, lifting herself off the bed
expecting the last big thrust to be in her cunny, I pushed
my finger deep into her nether hole to the hilt.
Her eyes snapped open as wide as a dinner plate and she
blasted off squeaking out, "'gaaaassssmmm!"
She fell back to the bed panting. After a few moments,
she
could breathe well enough to speak and coyly said, "You're
sooooo naass-ttteee!"
Chuckling, I replied with a smile, "Yeah, but you
loved it
didn't you?"
She blushed a nice shade of pink, covered her face with
her
forearm and nodded yes with a smile.
Not giving her a break, I plopped down beside her on my
back and said gleefully, "My turn!"
She turned, looked at me and said, "Huh?"
Pointing to my proud soldier standing at attention, I
said,
"See, GI Joe needs some attention too!"
Smiling I quipped, "You asked for one and I gave
you two,
now it's my turn."
"But, But…"
"But what?" I replied, "It's my turn, and
there's no 'one-
ways' in THIS family."
Screwing up her face, Aleeya asked me, "What's a
one-way?"
Tweaking her nose, I replied with a smile, "A
one-way is
when YOU," and I pointed to her, "Get all the tingles and
'gasms but I don't."
"Oh," she replied with an understanding smirk,
"I get it
now. So, are we gonna do it so you can sperm me?"
"No," I replied with a smile, "That
wouldn't be fair. If we
did that, you'd get three and I'd only get one."
"Oh."
Aleeya pondered the situation silently for a moment,
then
looking up me said, "I've already had two wonderful 'gasms
and if I give you tingles and a 'gasm, I'd still be ahead,
wouldn't I?"
WHAT inbred gene is it in females that always allow them
to
get the upper hand in any exchange with the "stronger sex?"
Weaker sex my ass! Even a five year-old had it figured out!
Anyway, I nodded and replied, "Yeah, you're right I
guess,
but you AIN'T getting anymore tonight!"
Aleeya thought for a moment and asked, "OK, what do
you
want me to do? Rub you up and down with my hands, or do you
want a sucker job?"
Smiling, I replied, "A sucker job would do
nicely!"
Resigned to the situation and being the good little wife
she is, Aleeya smiled and with enthusiasm said, "OK, one
sucker job coming up!"
Aleeya hopped to her knees and knee-walked down to my
groin. She crawled over my leg to stop between my legs. She
took GI Joe in her hand, flipped her hair over her shoulder
with a quick shrug, looked up and smiled. Without further
ado, she leaned forward and made a nice long swiping lick
across the head of my dick like she was licking an ice
cream cone, cleaning the precum leaking from the head.
Aleeya licked her lips and said, "I like the taste
of you.
Salty but nice."
Without waiting for a reply, she started attending to
business by licking all over the head. She pushed her lips
over the head of my dick, and her top teeth scraped across
it as it entered her mouth.
I pulled back and hissed at the sharpness of her teeth.
She
pulled off my dick, and with a dribble of saliva hanging
from her lower lip, looked up and said apologetically,
"Oops, saarr-reeee, I forgot."
Giving her a look of mock dissatisfaction replied,
"OK, but
watch it sister!"
Having remembered the correct method, she again took me
into her mouth (Aahh, much better!). She nodded her reply
to me and simply went "Mmmm." (Much, much better!)
Preparing for the worst-case scenario, I reached down
and
bunched up her long brown hair into a ponytail for two
reasons; first, I wanted to be prepared in case she made
another mess all over me. Second (Well, maybe it should be
first), it is so decadently wicked to see a slurping five
year-old with my dick in her mouth!
Using her "Frencher" kissing techniques,
Aleeya was
swirling her tongue rather nicely all over my dickhead. It
felt so good I started to slowly pump myself into her
mouth.
She gagged once, twice then pulled off of my dick and
scolded me saying, "Stop doing that! You're choking me!"
Looking down at her I replied, "Saaarr-rreee, I
forgot."
Figuring we were even, she smiled and went back to work
like a good dutiful wife. Ah, I love the feel of a five
year-olds mouth in the evening: it feels like… ecstasy!
(Sorry Mr. Coppola couldn't resist!)
Five year-old or not, she had me in a tizzy in about
three
minutes flat. Sight really IS such an aphrodisiac because
just watching her tiny mouth giving such huge sensations
had me on the edge rather quickly. It was so wickedly
obscene to see her sucking my dick, I panted out, "Gonna
cum soon, real soon."
Trying to hold back, I was still thrusting slightly into
her mouth, but this time she was compensating and pulling
back in response to my thrusts, which only teased me more!
(I guess she had figured out that paybacks are a bitch!)
I felt my legs start to stiffen and my nuts pull up, and
with a grunt moaned out "I'm cuummiinngg!" and began
spurting into her mouth. She heaved twice, but she
definitely had graduated and was now a champion cocksucker
by not spilling a drop!
Watching her tiny cheeks bulge as she swallowed only
fueled
me on! After four shots, it felt like I was having a
continuous orgasm because I just kept firing dry as I
flinched, grunted and spasmed.
Not sure if I'd finished, Aleeya kept sucking and I had
to
push her off me because of the oversensitivity! She pulled
her mouth off my dick, gasped out and took in a deep
breath. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she
exclaimed, "My gosh you sure squirted a lot! I thought it
was never goin' to end!"
Still panting and trying to regain my breath, I
chuckled,
"Did I sperm you good?"
Leaning over and licking up the seepage, she smiled and
replied, "Yeah, you gave me a REAL good spermin'!"
Giving her a sated smile, I said, "You're now a
champion
dick sucker, you didn't spill a drop!"
Smiling with pride, she shook her head and shoulder to
fling her hair back and said with satisfaction, "Yeah, I
sucked it really good didn't I"
Giving credit where credit is due, I complimented her
and
said, "The best baby, the best!"
Aleeya knee walked back up and lay down beside me. She
looked up at me smiling and said, "Whew, sucking dick is a
lotta work!"
I busted out laughing and replied, "Yeah, so is
eating
pussy!"
After we'd stopped laughing, we lay silent for a few
moments before I turned out the light. I was going to spoon
against her, but she rolled over on top of me and said,
"Hold me to sleep, please?"
Lovingly I replied, "Sure sweetheart, anything for
you."
I grabbed a dainty little butt cheek in each hand and
stared at the dark ceiling for a few moments when Aleeya
whispered in the dark, "I still got one more than you did."
Damn little imp! She got me again!
I snickered and said, "Go to sleep, you little
minx!"
The next morning, Priya looked at me from across the
table
with an "I know what you did last night and I want some
too" look. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Mom said,
"Alright you two bunnies, can it!"
Priya pretended shock said, "What? I didn't do
anything!"
Mom, knowing us as well as we knew each other quipped,
"Yeah, right, and I'm Mother Goose!"
Emma was clueless and asked, "What are you guys
talking
about?"
Aleeya giggled and replied, "Oh nothing, they were
just
making goo-goo eyes at each other."
Mom said to Aleeya (I guess to shut her up), "I
hear you
had a nice night last night!"
Aleeya's eyes bugged and she covered her mouth and
uttered
"Oops."
Mom gave her a "gotcha" look and returned to
her coffee.
Emma was again clueless and asked Aleeya, "What'd she mean
by that?"
Aleeya went "Uh, uh, Sean and I had a pillow fight
last
night and were kinda noisy… I think."
Mom gave her a coy smile and said, "Yeah, a big
pillow
fight."
All of us kinda snickered, except Emma, who looked like
she
had the feeling things weren't as they seemed. We finished
breakfast without any more shenanigans… thankfully.
Aleeya asked Emma if she wanted to go outside and play
on
the jungle gym and Emma replied yes. They both scampered
out the back door, giggling, to have fun.
Mom got serious and said to Priya and I, "Tonight's
the
last viewing and I'm dreading it like a bad case of
hemorrhoids. Priya, Abby's going to stay with Aleeya
tonight, I would like for you to go, for Emma's sake. Can
you do that?"
Priya replied tentatively, "I've never seen a dead
body
before so if I go I only hope I'll be able to stay calm
enough to actually be of some help to her."
Mom reached over and taking her hand replied, "I'd
really
like you to be there, but if you don't think you can hold
things together, let me know now. If things come to a head
with my sisters, it'll happen tonight when they see Emma."
She leaned back in her chair saying, "If we do get
into a
verbal battle, I want someone there to take care of Emma
and get her outta there."
Priya nodded her understanding and replied, "I'll
go. I can
do that, I think."
Mom, leaning forward and resting her arms on the table,
looked at me and said, "Your job tonight will be to take
care of Priya and Emma. John will take care of me,
understand?"
"Yes Mom," I said, "I'll watch your back
Mom and take care
of the girls."
Satisfied by our responses, Mom sat back in her chair
and
replied, "Good. It's settled then. I'm gonna go and lay
down for awhile, I've already got a headache."
With that, she rose and went upstairs.
Priya and I sat silent for a long minute, both of us
thinking about tonight, then she asked me, "What's Liz look
like?"
Sighing, I replied, "She looks like she's sleeping
and at
rest. There's no pain on her face, she just looks like
she's asleep."
Moving around the table to sit next to her, I said,
"You
can do this Priya. Emma might fall apart as soon as she
sees her mother and you'll be so involved with Emma that
you probably won't be thinking about Liz."
Priya gave a shudder and replied, "It just gives me
the
shivers thinking about it!"
"You'll be fine," I reassured her, "Just
think about taking
care of Emma and everything will be alright."
Changing gears, Priya perked up with a smile and said,
"What'd YOU do last night? Are you two having fun while I
sleep with my dreams?"
"Oh that," I said with a chuckle, "Aleeya
wanted a 'gasm
last night so I diddled her off to two of them. She thought
it was time for beddy-bye when she was finished, but I told
her no one-ways."
So," Priya asked, "How'd she get you
off?"
Giggling I replied, "She gave me what she calls a
'sucker
job.' She graduated with honors and didn't spill a drop."
"That little tart!" Priya retorted,
"She's getting it just
about every night while I have to suffer in agony listening
to her having all the fun."
Giving a mock pout she blurted out, "It's just not
fair!"
Chuckling I replied, "You know life isn't fair.
Besides,
you did volunteer to help Emma. There are more important
things in life than sex, ya know."
Oh shit, I think, no, I KNOW I've got her royally pissed
off now because she got a really hot, angry look on her
face as she shot back with, "Then keep your dick where it
belongs and out of her pussy, mouth or ass! Don't go giving
me that pious attitude when you get laid whether you sleep
with her or me, you hypocrite!"
"I'm sorry," I said apologetically, "I
didn't mean that the
way it sounded. You're right I shouldn't be letting her
take advantage of the situation and playing every night."
Trying to cool her down, I again apologized be saying,
"Again Priya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say or imply that
you don't know what's important in life. It was just a
stupid, off the cuff remark that's all."
Changing the subject I asked her, "Mom says you and
her
really haven't had a chance to talk about Emma, but what do
you think will happen to her?"
Accepting my apology (I guess), her facial expression
returned to normal and she said, "I'm not sure yet, but I
think that we might possibly take her. You can get
guardianship and that will be that."
"That's crazy," I said to her, "Emma's no
dummy, you heard
the question she asked last night. How long do you think it
will take her to figure out Aleeya's and my true
relationship?"
'First of all," Priya said (as if to put me in my
place),
"She has ears. She's heard your little escapades and has
asked me what the two of you were doing. You're damn right,
she's no dummy. She also has eyes, and she sees the way
both of us look at you and the way you at us. She's asked
me about that also."
"What'd you tell her?" I asked in a
questioning tone, "Just
how much do you think she really understands?"
Playing the wise teacher, Priya said, "Look. Girls
have an
innate ability to know what a certain type of look looks
like and means. A very young innocent girl like Aleeya's
age for example, will know instinctively that a lecherous
look is not normal. She may not yet know why, but she knows
the intent is bad. Even a five year-old knows when she's
being ogled or undressed with a stare and becomes
uncomfortable.
Girls process information and make judgments about
things
with both mental and emotional input so when they see a
look of love, tenderness or caring, they are more apt to be
very sensitive and observant about such things, especially
when their heart is in need like hers is at the moment with
her mother having just died."
Continuing her instruction on the thinking processes of
girls, she continued, "Emma doesn't know Aleeya, and she
trusts you to a certain extent, but isn't quite sure how
much yet. I think that right now, Emma's looking very
closely at you and Aleeya because she's in daily contact
with the two of you and is deciding whether or not to trust
you with her inner feelings and love."
Having come full circle, she finally got around to
answering my question and said, "I think Emma knows that
you're more than just Aleeya's father figure. I'm not sure,
but I have the impression that since she knows nothing of
intimate things, she hasn't figured everything out yet, but
it won't take her long to know there's definitely a
physical component in the relationship between the two of
you."
With raised eyebrows she continued, "She's heard
Aleeya,
but I deflected her comments by saying that she was
probably having another nightmare, but I don't think she
believed me because she said, "It doesn't sound like she's
scared or frightened, it sounds like something else." I
asked her what she thought it was, but she simply replied
she didn't know."
Finishing up she said, "As for the way we look at
each
other, I simply told her that both of us have a very deep
and undying love for you and you for us, and that comes
through in the way we look at each other. I have the
feeling that sooner or later, she'll see that we both look
at you the same way, and knowing that I am your wife,
she'll put two and two together at some point."
Well, we agreed on something. I responded to her
explanation by saying, "I pretty much told Mom the same
thing yesterday while we were talking about Emma's fate. I
told her that we'd take her, but once back in India, it
wouldn't take her long to figure out Aleeya and my real
relationship, but I didn't think she'd start deducing
things so soon."
A thought suddenly popped into my head and I wanted to
know
what Mom knew about my proclivities, so I asked Priya,
"Does Mom know about my attraction to young girls?"
I think I hit one of those confidences Mom spoke about,
because Priya sat quietly for several long silent moments
before replying, "Mom's no dummy. She knows."
"How?" I asked surprised.
Priya sighed and looked at me like I was an idiot and
said,
"Because of the way you act, and by the fact that you're
married to a five and a twelve year old. If you didn't have
this attraction, you wouldn't have even considered marrying
Aleeya."
She then giggled, before continuing, "She didn't
really suspect when we got married because I'm relatively
mature but marrying Aleeya was the tip-off. Aleeya's a
child, and only someone with a desire to be intimate with a
child would have even considered marrying her. If you
weren't attracted to young girls, you would have been
completely repulsed by the idea and no matter HOW much
Aleeya wanted it you wouldn't have even considered it. You
are what's called in Arabic a leman, a lover of girls."
She gave me a smirk and said, "Besides, you've
given
yourself away; Aleeya's expressed joy at being intimate
with you, and your acceptance of having an intimate
relationship with her and… like yesterday at the pond. I
made those jokes in front of Mom to let YOU know that she
knows also."
Shaking my head in surprise, I replied, "Is it
really THAT
obvious?"
Looking at me like I was a complete idiot she said,
"Your
father knows but has refused to see the obvious. I think
that's because both Aleeya and I are happy, very well
adjusted and accepting of our relationship."
Leaning back in her chair, Priya went on to say,
"Look. If
you were attempting to do these things with some little
girl in the neighborhood or off the street, he'd have
certainly turned you into the police already. But since
your attraction isn't for the purposes of raping or merely
using a child because you have a disease like pedophilia,
where predators abuse children simply for sexual
gratification, I think he's simply turned a blind eye to
the issue."
Priya reassuringly rubbed my arm and said, "You're
not like
that Sean and I've staked my life, and the lives my cousin
Aleeya and even our children on it. You have a love to give
certain people at a certain time in their lives. That love
will carry on, grow and even deepen, as we get older. If I
thought for one split second that you were attracted ONLY
to little girls, I'd divorce you in, how do you say it… a
New York second?"
Smiling she again reassured me as she continued,
"Anyway, I
will get older and so will Aleeya, but the love you have
for us will not die simply because we grew up, and neither
will your desire to provide and care for us out of that
love in our old age."
Not convinced, I asked her, "Then why the
attraction to
Emma? Why do I find myself thinking of her at times in a
sexual way?"
Priya sighed, as if instructing a child, and said,
"Stop
and think for a minute. Don't you love her, I mean as a
person? Don't you worry about her future, how to help her
get over the loss of her parents, how to heal her heart?"
"Yes," I replied, "But why a sexual
attraction?"
Priya cocked her head in response and replied, "I
think,
and this is just my opinion based on how well I know you,
is that you and her have already made a loving connection.
She hasn't realized it yet but she's turned to you for
support and affection and you've picked up on that. Why
that manifests itself as a sexual attraction, I'm not sure;
but one fact stands out; the only girls you've been
sexually attracted to, you've married. She will want from
you what Aleeya wants from you; security, a lifelong love,
protection and acceptance."
Feeling abnormal, I asked her with confusion, "Why
can't I
give her these things as say, a father would? Why the
sexual component? I feel kinda abnormal because of this."
"Why not?" Answering my question with a
question, Priya
replied, "Girls like me, Aleeya or Emma will usually become
sexually active at a much younger age in search of that
special love. You may not realize it, but girls are three
times more prone to low self-esteem and self-acceptance
than boys are. The social stigma of not being a virgin in
India might pressure Aleeya and I not to have sex early,
but then again, maybe not. Aleeya could have used the
excuse she lost her virginity to a table. I'm strong enough
to have waited regardless."
Continuing she said, "How do you think Emma's life
would
turn out if she screwed some boy at say, eleven or twelve
because she wants love and she thinks she'll get it by
giving something precious away to a boy with raging
hormones and will say or do ANYTHING to get off? What do
you think might happen if she got pregnant because of it?
I've done a lot of research and if you look at the
surveys
and data, you'll find that they show that the age at which
girls start having sex and teen pregnancy rates, first in
America and now in other countries, gets younger and
younger every year. These girls aren't just giving
themselves away for recreational sex; they have low self
esteem and emotional issues and are looking for love and
acceptance on a very deep level."
She now was going to give me a sex Ed class on girls by
saying, "A female, whether she's five or twenty-five, sees
sexual intimacy as an expression of her emotional, mental
and spiritual self probably much more that her physical
self. Why do you think girls take so much longer to get
excited than boys? The emotions and expressions of
tenderness, closeness and love in foreplay are what gets a
girl excited, not the fact that she's gonna get dicked.
When she feels really loved, protected and cared for,
she'll beg for that dick."
I said to her, "That's all well and good, but
again, why
the sexual component? Look, there are millions of girls AND
boys whose first time is a disaster: in the back seat of a
car, drunk at a party, and a thousand other scenarios. They
grow up, get married and live happy and productive lives
despite an unpleasant early sex life. And again, just off
the top of my head, I'd say that probably 70 to 80 percent
of all kids had some kind of problem at home growing up,
but they still turn out OK."
Wanting to nail down her opinion about Emma's fate, and
what she felt my relationship with her would become, I
asked her, "So, what do you think will eventually happen:
will we take Emma to India with us, and what do you think
will happen between Emma and I?"
Priya sat for a few silent moments before she looked up
and
replied, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I have my
opinions on what will happen in the future with regards to
Emma, her relationship with you and her fate but I don't
want to say right now."
"Why not?" I asked, "Why are you keeping
your opinion a
secret?"
Taking my hand, Priya responded by saying, "Because
I don't
want my opinions or observations to influence you or your
actions in any way. I want whatever is going to happen, to
happen: just like it did with you and me, and with Aleeya.
We don't know the will of Allah, but it shall be
revealed
in due time. Whatever is going to happen, He'll ordain it
to happen."
Resigned to the fact that she was going to keep her
opinion
to herself for the time being, I replied, "Yeah, I guess
you're right. Whatever's going to happen will be revealed
in due time."
Priya, changing the subject, asked me, "Do you
think there
will really be a fight tonight?"
Shaking my head I replied, "I honestly don't know,
but
things have really been tense between Mom and Aunt Helen."
"Who?" Priya asked, "Which one is
she?"
Aunt Helen," I said, "She's eight years older
than Mom.
Aunt Cindy, Liz's mom, was the oldest and ten years older
than Mom, followed by Aunt Helen, then Aunt Maggie; she's
six years older than Mom."
Sitting back in my chair, I said, "Aunt Helen is a
real
troublemaker. For the past two nights she's been talking
behind Mom's back to the others, and Mom is about fed up
with it. She thinks that maybe Aunt Helen will make some
ridiculous remark to piss Mom off."
"Like what?" Priya asked.
"You have to understand something," I began,
"None of Mom's
sister's husbands have attained the measure of success that
Dad has. As a result, there have been jealousy issues since
they were girls, starting with Aunt Cindy asking Mom, who
was thirteen, to be Liz's godmother and continues on today,
mostly because of social status and money issues."
"What hurts Mom," I continued, "Is that
Dad has set up an
educational trust for all the children in our family; both
from Mom AND Dad's side, yet when Mom asked each of her
family to possibly help with Emma, they wanted to use Emma
as leverage for an estate home and a trust fund to raise
her. Dad told them all to fuck off. If they couldn't do it
out of love, they certainly wouldn't raise her properly for
money."
About that time, Mom walked up behind us and said,
"My God!
It's a wonder what a couple of hours sleep will do, my
headache is gone and I feel so much better."
"I'm glad you feel better, Mom," replied
Priya, "What time
will we have to get ready?"
Mom looked at the clock in the kitchen and replied,
"We
should start getting ready in about half an hour. We have
to leave here by five."
Looking at me Priya said, "Well, I guess Emma and I
can
shower together to be ready on time, what about Aleeya?"
"Aleeya," I replied, "Can shower with me
so that Abby
doesn't have to bother with it."
Priya smiled, and warned, "Remember, no foolin'
around in
the shower!"
Chuckling, I replied with a smile, "Who me?"
Continued in Chapter 46…
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