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Child Brides of India
By. C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 63: Moving on (Mgg, rom, cons, no sex)
I woke at six, Leeya in a fetal position with her back
to me on my right and Priya half draped over my left
side with her hand on my chest and her left leg
straddling my thigh.
I lay there and pondered the events of last night and
was still amazed at the incredible tenderness and
gentleness between my two wives as they made love to
each other.
Leeya's head-on approach, I believe, gave her more
freedom to be less inhibited than Priya. Priya though,
to her credit, was more of a "thinking" lover and put
a lot of effort into being gentle and tender with her
younger cousin. What surprised me the most was Leeya's
level of passion.
I could still picture the look in her eyes as she
growled at me, "Fuck me, Sean…" She was definitely a
tiny bottle of nitroglycerin and was every bit as
passionate as Priya. Her tiny honey pot was dripping
as much as her older sister's and I shuddered at the
picture of her droplets of desire dripping onto
Priya's clit. Whew, God what a hot scene to watch!
I then began to think about how all this would change
the dynamic of our family and the intimate
relationship we shared. Up to now, both girls had
turned to me for release of their passions. Would they
now find more satisfaction between themselves, turning
to me as a secondary source of release?
Both girls had said that they preferred making love to
me, but after all the dust settles, will they still
feel that way? I felt that, as being the head of the
family, I'd sit back and observe at first. If I saw
things going off on a tangent, I'd put my foot down
and reassert myself as the main pivot point for our
intimate endeavors.
At THAT thought, I chuckled inside thinking that a
possible Pandora's box had been opened and even if I
tried to remain dominate, could they, or better yet
WOULD they quell any overriding desires for each other
and obey me? I'll just have to wait and see.
Emerging from my thoughts, I figured it was time to
wake my little nymphos and start the day. I gave Leeya
a light love slap on her tiny butt cheek and patted
Priya's arm and said, "OK lovers. Time to rise and shine!"
Priya rolled on her back and with closed eyes smiled
and replied "Mmmmm."
She must have been dreaming about last night…
Leeya on the other hand, swatted the air behind her
butt trying to hit my hand away. She gave a few
morning smacks of her lips and groaned, "No, I'm tired
and my poopy's still sore."
"Saaawww-rree," I replied jokingly, "I'll
try and be
more careful next time."
"That's OK," she giggled, "I may be sore,
but I like
it when you're deep inside me."
"You ARE a little harlot aren't you," I
quipped.
"What's a harlot?" She asked.
"A dirty little girl," I answered.
"Yeah," she chuckled, "A dirty little
girl who likes
her husband's thingy in her poopy hole."
"Stop it you two," Priya cut in, "All
this talk about
thingies in poopy holes is getting me worked up again."
"What," I asked, "Didn't get enough last
night?"
"It was wonderful last night," Priya added,
"But I
didn't get fucked like she did."
"Sorry," I replied, "But both your holes
were being
tended to at the time."
With a giggle Priya answered, "And very nicely too,
thank you Leeya."
"You're welcome sister," Leeya answered,
"I worked
hard last night, I didn't know making love to someone
was such hard work; it's even more work than sucking
Sean's dick."
I laughed and replied, "I told you eating pussy was
hard work!"
"Even my tongue's sore," Leeya replied while
moving
her jaw from side to side.
"Alright girls," I said, "Enough talk
about carnal
pleasures, let's get a shower and say prayers."
Grudgingly, we rose and stumbled to the bathroom
(Well, Leeya may have waddled a bit).
After showering and saying prayers we went downstairs
to breakfast. Leeya and Attiya immediately began to
cut up at the table and Mom scolded them to hush up
and eat. Dad had left for the office and as soon as we
began eating, Monaavi arrived,
She took a seat and drank a cup of tea as we ate and
talked. I made the comment that I was going to call
the hospital and inquire as to Faatina's status. Priya
suggested that we go and visit. I agreed but put in
that I felt that Leeya should stay home and study.
After breakfast, I went to the study to make the call.
I was on hold, waiting for Dr. Gupta to answer his
page when Mom and Priya entered with tea. I told them
I was on hold when a nurse came on the line and said
that Dr. Gupta was making morning rounds and would
call me back. I thanked her and gave her my cell
number for the return call.
While waiting, I got out the phone book and began
looking for music stores to buy a piano for Attiya to
use while here at the house. I spoke to a gentleman
who seemed very knowledgeable and he suggested either
a console upright or a petite grand. He mentioned that
the grand was the better of the two, having a more
responsive action and finer tones. I made an
appointment to see him around four this afternoon and
disconnected the call.
Now almost ten am, we three adults sat and talked,
waiting for the doctor's call. We spoke about the
piano then changing the subject, Mom chuckled behind
her cup and said, "Well, it sure sounded like the
three of you had an interesting night."
Priya gave a nice chocolate blush and replied, "We
needed to feel alive again. We just wanted to share
our love and be a family again."
Mom quipped, "Yeah, it sure sounded like you were
alive and sharing."
"Jeez Mom," I replied, "What do you do at
night, stand
at our door with a glass at your ear?"
"You wish," she quipped back, "It's a
good thing you
don't live in Iran or you'd all be arrested by the
morality police!"
"My gosh," Priya exclaimed, "Were we THAT
loud?"
"Mmm Hmmm," Nom nodded as she sipped her tea.
Ring! Whew, saved by the phone. I answered and it was
Dr. Gupta returning my call. I asked him how Faatina
was doing and if the results of her CAT scan were
available.
He told me that Faatina was recovering slowly. The
results of her scan showed some damage but that he
didn't want to get into it on the phone. I told him
we'd like to see her today and he told me to have him
paged when we got there and we could talk in more detail.
I asked him if her mother or father was with her. He
replied that Faatina's Mom has been in to see her
occasionally, but that he hadn't seen her father yet.
Being saddened by his reply, I thanked him for
returning my call and that we'd be in soon to talk
again. He exchanged goodbyes and disconnected.
I informed Mom and Priya of the doctor's comments
about Faatina having some brain damage and that her
parents weren't being very supportive of her. Mom and
Priya were both saddened by the news and Priya began to cry.
"Why?" Priya cried, "She's just a little
girl. What's
going to happen to her now?"
Mom tried to comfort her by rubbing her back and
answered, "We'll do everything we can for her. Don't
get yourself upset until we find out just what's wrong with her."
"It's not that," Priya replied shaking her
head,
"Uncle Amaad is a strange man. None of us kids like
him because he always looks so mean and never talks to
us. He's more fundamentalist in regards to Islam and
he's always making comments about our parents letting
us kids be too free."
"Faatina's mother is who's relative in the
family?" Mom asked.
"She's Momma's sister," Priya answered,
"I don't think
she's too happy because she's really nice, but she
doesn't smile much."
"Enough talk about mean uncles," I butted in,
"Let's
get ready and go. Wanna come along Mom?"
"Yes Son," Mom said as she finished her tea,
"I'd like
that very much."
We gathered ourselves together and after informing
Monaavi and Pita we were leaving, left for the
hospital. On the way to the hospital, Mom began again
and asked Priya, "What happened last night, you and
Leeya seem different this morning?"
"Oh nothing," Priya replied nonchalantly,
"We're just
getting closer that's all."
"How close did you get?" Mom queried.
Priya gave it away with a deep chocolate blush. Mom
saw it immediately and said, "Oh… that close huh?"
Priya made a "clear your throat" kinda sound
and said, "Kinda…"
"My God!" Mom pined, "This family gets
crazier by the minute!"
Mom looked at me and I tried diligently to give her
the "innocent" look and she quipped, "I bet you had a
field day didn't you?"
"No complaints from me Mom," I replied.
"No bodily fluids were exchanged were there? You
know
you're off limits for a while," Mom asked.
"No Mom," I said, "I used a condom."
Pointing her finger at me she warned, "If you're
smart, you'll keep that pole in your pants. Condoms
break you know, then where'll you be?"
"Point well taken Mom," I replied, "I
just got carried away."
Trying to deflect the subject, Priya jokingly asked,
"How do you know he's got a pole?"
"If he's like his father," Mom retorted,
"He's hung
like a horse: long and thin."
Feeling proud yet humble I quipped, "No Mom, not
like
a horse, a pony maybe."
Shaking her head Mom sighed, "Poor little Leeya,
how
does she do it?"
Priya chided, "The little tart does it any way she can."
Mom chuckled, slapped Priya's arm and said, "That's
awful Priya, you should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Well it's true," Priya whined, "She's a
little sex machine!"
Astonished, Mom asked me, "Is she really that
active?"
"Let's put it this way Mom," I answered,
"Last night
she asked me, and these are her words, "Fuck my little
poopy and sperm me deep."
Mom was shocked and with bug-eyed amazement, covered
her face, shook her head and uttered, "Oh my God!"
"Well," I said, "You asked."
Looking over, Mom taunted Priya by saying "She
probably puts you to shame, doesn't she?"
Giving Leeya credit, Priya tactfully replied, "She
certainly keeps it interesting."
"God!" Mom exclaimed, "You guys need some
serious
therapy! God Sean, you did that tiny pixie in the
butt… all the way?"
With a cheese-eating grin I nodded and replied, "Um
Hmm."
Mom sighed and retorted, "At that rate, she'll have
to
start wearing diapers again when she's six!"
"Jeez Mom," I responded, "THAT'S not a
pretty picture!
I can just see myself taking off her diaper to have sex with her."
Knowing my proclivity Mom spat, "You letch, you'd
do
it too, wouldn't you?"
Appearing to ponder her question and thinking of
Leeya's gloriously tight little back door I replied,
"Hmmm, yep, probably would."
Priya switched sides on my and retorted, "See, I
told
you he was a letch."
Looking to heaven, Mom asked, "Why me Lord, what
did I
ever do to deserve a deviant son and two tiny nymphos
for daughter-in-laws?"
"Just lucky I guess," was my response.
Mom, still amazed asked, "I know this may sound
voyeuristic but did she like it?"
Looking at Priya, she smiled and I replied, "I'd
say
so, I had five inches in her and she growled at me
because she wanted the rest."
"Oh my God!" Mom exclaimed, "She took
more than five
inches in her tiny little poopy?"
Priya giggled, poked Mom in the arm and replied,
"Seven inches to be exact."
"Holy mackerel!" Mom blurted out, "Where
does she put
it all?"
Priya quickly quipped, "Probably somewhere under
her
lungs."
After the laughter died down Mom said, "All I gotta
say is that I don't think I can ever look at that
little girl the same."
"If it's any consolation Mom," I said,
"Neither of
them can take me up front."
"THAT'S comforting," Mom replied, "I was
beginning to
think Indian girls were anatomically enhanced or something!"
We were just pulling into the parking lot and I said,
"Well, so much for revelations, we're here."
"And not soon enough!" Mom replied as she
shook her head.
Our driver let us out and went to park the car as we
went inside. We made our way to the information desk,
got Faatina's room number and took the elevator up to
the third floor. Stopping at the nurse's station, I
asked the nurse if she could page Dr. Gupta and let
him Know we were here. She agreed and after we
obtained directions to Faatina's room went to see the little pixie.
Upon entering the room, we saw that Faatina was lying
in a stainless steel hospital crib and that neither of
her parents was present. She awoke to our whispers as
we approached the crib.
She sat up and made some almost infant-like sounds.
When Faatina saw Priya, she smiled faintly as if she
knew her but wasn't sure. After spending a few minutes
trying to figure out how to lower the side of the
crib, Priya reached in and picked her up.
As Priya sat and rocked her in her arms, Faatina was
silent and distant. I had the strange feeling that a
lot of this child's memory had either been locked away
or wiped clean by the very disease that took our Emmy.
As Priya rocked, I noticed Faatina's hospital gown was
open in the back and she had on a diaper. Puzzled, I
asked Priya, "How old is she?"
Priya, looking down at her cousin answered,
"Three."
"Isn't she potty trained?" I asked.
"Of course," Priya replied, "She's been
trained since
she was two, why?"
Pointing to her bottom I said, "Because she's
wearing a diaper."
Reaching down and cupping her tiny butt, Priya gasped
and said, "I don't know why she's got a diaper on."
Mom looked down and putting her hand to her brow said,
"She's probably regressed. Sometimes children do that
after a traumatic experience."
Just then, Dr. Gupta walked through the door. We shook
hands and I asked him about the diaper. He nodded
towards the door so I asked Priya, "Will you be OK
with her, we're gonna talk to the doctor."
Waving me on she replied, "Yeah, we'll be fine
won't
we Sweetie?" And continued to rock her cousin.
Mom and I followed Dr. Gupta to an office where he put
some X-ray-type films on a wall-hung viewer. He
motioned for us to come closer and pulled a pen from
his lab coat pocket.
"Right now," he began, "We're not sure as
to the exact
amount of damage Faatina's sustained. We know that her
brain shows evidence of small amounts of damage
dispersed throughout a large portion of her brain."
Using his pen as a pointer said, "Here, in the
parietal lobe, which is at the top crown of the head,
the occipital lobe, at the back of the skull, her
cerebellum, which is under the occipital lobe in the
back of her head just above the neck and the temporal
lobe, which is in the middle of the brain."
Seeing our lack of understanding, he went on,
"Since
each of these areas show signs of small pockets of
damage, only time will tell what her exact condition
will be. There are certain things we know now. Such
as, Faatina has some memory loss. This may be
temporary or it could be permanent or even a
combination of both."
Turning to us he explained, "Each part of the brain
controls certain body functions. The occipital lobe
deals primarily with vision. Since she been in the
hospital, it's hard to judge her acuity because of the
damage to her parietal lobe, which controls speech.
Right now, she has forgotten how to talk. This could
be permanent or temporary. The pressure on her skull
compressed the temporal lobe, which controls short and
long term memory along with other things like sexual
urges. When most of the outer portions of her brain
swelled, it compressed the cerebellum, which has
caused her to lose the ability to walk. She's also
lost some muscle control in that she is like an infant
and can't control her bladder or bowel movements."
I put up my hand as if to ask a question and said,
"So, if I understand you correctly, Faatina is
basically an infant-like toddler that can't walk, talk
or control her bodily functions. Is that correct so far?"
"Yes." He affirmed.
"Is this permanent?" I asked.
"Yes and no," he replied, "I say this not
to confuse
you but to be honest. The damage to these areas is at
best slight, and minimal at worst, but it's in
numerous places of the brain. For instance, she may
have lost the ability to walk or talk but she may
either remember how to do these things later or even
be re-taught. The same goes for toilet training."
"The brain," Dr. Gupta explained, "Is a
very
mysterious organ and lost neuron paths are
mysteriously re-routed. At three, her brain is still
growing and with it new neurons paths and she may
possibly be as healthy as before. We know these things
because it's like a stroke victim: their brain is
damaged, some a lot more severely that Faatina's, but
they learn to walk and talk and reclaim their lives.
We just don't know, only time will tell."
Sighing Mom asked, "So what can we do, just wait?
Or what?"
"No," he replied, "Assume the worst.
Faatina is going
to need a lot of dedicated time, effort and love to be
re-taught to do the things we take for granted. She
has two things going for her. First, she's young and
kids are very resilient. Two, because her brain is
still growing, there's time for her to grow new neuron
paths as she learns to do things over again."
Mom and I looked at each other with sadness as we both
pondered Faatina's future. Mom turned to him and
asked, "Are her parents aware of her trauma? What did they say?"
Dr. Gupta took a breath and replied stoically, "Her
mother has been to see her sporadically. She seems
confused and overwhelmed by what she can understand.
Her educational level isn't very high. I have yet to see the father."
"THIS," he emphasized, "Will be that
child's downfall.
I seriously don't think that they are equipped to deal
with their daughter and devote the time and effort it
takes to bring her back to a point where Faatina can
learn to have a somewhat normal life."
"Why?" I asked imploringly, "She's their
child! What
parent wouldn't give their own life to save their
child? Even an ignorant mother without an education
can still nurture a child with her attention and love!"
Hanging his head Dr. Gupta replied, "It's a sad
fact
that here in India, sometimes an afflicted child is
deemed a burden and as a result become unwanted or loved."
After several long moments of silence, Mom gave a
heavy sigh and said, "Thank you doctor for taking the
time to explain everything, and also for the treatment
she's received. When can she go home?"
Putting his pen back in his pocket as he stood he
replied, "Probably in about a week."
I thanked him again as we walked down the hall to
rejoin Priya and her little cousin. Dr. Gupta said he
had some patients to see and after saying our
goodbyes, we watched as he walked down the hall and
turned the corner.
Re-entering Faatina's room, Priya and she were sitting
on the floor as Priya tried to teach her patty-cake.
Faatina would giggle, smile and cooed sweetly. They
both turned when they realized we were watching.
Faatina looked up at me puzzled for a moment so I
squatted down and said smiling, "Hi punkin."
I brushed a couple of stray hairs from her face and
she gurgled at me. I chuckled and replied, "I bet you
say that to all the blonde haired boys don't you?"
I picked her up and sat her on my thigh and began to
bounce her as I held her under her arms. She cooed and
gurgled some more and Mom observed, "It's such a
shame. She's such a beautiful little girl. I think
she's happy to have visitors, don't you Priya?"
We looked over and Priya was sitting in the chair
silently weeping. I scooped the gurgling little pixie
up in my arms, stood and walked to Priya with Mom as
we rubbed her back trying to comfort her.
Faatina began pulling on my nose and ears, oblivious
to her cousin's pain. Priya sobbed, "Oh Mom, she's
like a little baby. She can't walk or talk. I changed
her nappy and she just looked at me and cooed."
"We know," Mom whispered, "She needs a
lot of help Sweetie."
Priya clung to my mother and cried, "Her and Leeya
were so close. Faatina was like a little tomboy. She
liked to climb and jump around and things…"
Priya stopped talking and was looking at the door. Mom
and I turned to see Alpa and her husband (I guess)
standing in the doorway. As I bounced Faatina in my
arms, Priya stood and ran to her aunt.
They embraced as the man looked on with his shoulders
back, arms folded in front of him and a scowl on his
face. I didn't like the man immediately.
Although Alpa is petite like Salima, this man stood
nearly as tall as I, overweight and with a ruddy olive
complexion. He had very wavy black hair speckled with
grey. He wore a black robe-type garment with a white
kufi on his head.
After embracing for several moments, Priya and her
aunt separated, walked to the chairs and sat. Priya
again stood and said, "Sean, this is my uncle Amaad."
She then said something in Tamil and he nodded as he
stared me in the eye. I extended my hand and expressed
my salaam and shaking my hand he returned it with his.
Priya introduce Mom to both of them and Amaad refused
to shake my mother's hand and simply nodded. Mom asked
Priya to ask Alpa if she knew the extent of Faatina's
injuries. Priya asked her aunt in Tamil.
Alpa covered her face with her hands and sobbed her
reply. Priya translated and said that Alpa understood
some of it but not fully. Amaad stoically looked on in silence.
Mom began to explain what Dr. Gupta had told us and
finished by saying that Faatina would be able to go
home in about a week.
Although distressed over Faatina's condition, Alpa
kept glancing at her husband as she asked, "But will
she be OK, will she be whole again? How can I care for
in invalid child and take care of my husband too?"
Mom replied as Priya translated, "Easy Alpa, it
would
be just like when she was a baby. You'll have to re-
teach her how to walk and talk and you'll have to
potty train her again, that's all. Think of it as
sharing all those milestones of your child all over again."
Alpa looked at Amaad then back at Mom and said,
"You
don't understand. I don't know if I can bear seeing
her like this; not after knowing what she was like before."
I sensed that she was expressing her husband's
sentiments rather that her own. Mom replied, "She'll
need lots of love attention but we're willing to make
things easier for you and bear any costs you may have
for her care: hospital, therapy, anything at all."
Amaad shook his head and spoke in Tamil. Priya
translated and said, "He says that he doesn't want our
money. He owes no man anything and will keep it that way."
I knew then that this sly fox understood English but
refused to speak it. I turned and responded, "But
we're family. It's not charity, it's a family helping
each other that's all."
After hearing the translation of my remark he said,
"What concern is it to you?"
"My concern," I replied, "Is that she's a
child that
needs help. Surely anyone would want to help a child in need."
"We'll manage," was his translated reply.
I saw Alpa look at him then looked down. Mom looked at
him as if to say, "You insensitive bastard."
Mom and I knew then that continuing this conversation
was fruitless for the time being, so Mom said to
Priya, "We'd better go and give Faatina time to visit
with her parents."
Reluctantly, Priya and I agreed and I had to untangle
the tiny child's hands from my hair as I handed her to
her mother. We said our salaams and departed.
We were relatively quiet on the ride across town to
the piano shop when Priya broke the silence said,
"See, I told you he was weird."
I replied, "Can't figure him out. He seems
completely
removed and detached about the whole situation."
"Aunt Alpa," Priya answered "Whispered to
me when we
were hugging that their phone has been disconnected
because they could no longer afford it."
"God Almighty!" I said, "What's the
problem with him
then? Why won't he accept our help?"
Priya replied, "He wants to save face and appear
capable of taking care of things himself."
Mom chided, "Yeah, a person like that chokes on a
gnat
but swallows a cow."
"Oh well," Mom added, "There's not much
we can do.
Faatina's their child and they'll do what they see fit
regardless of what we do or say."
Sadly, we laid the topic to rest. We arrived at the
piano shop a little before four. We walked around the
showroom looking at all the pianos for a few minutes
when a quiet gentleman came up to us and asked if he
could be of help.
I told the gentleman that I had an appointment set for
four pm to discuss buying a piano. He replied with a
smile that it was he who I'd scheduled to meet. He
introduced himself as Dinkar Naimish. He spoke English
with a very heavy Indian accent and was kinda hard to understand.
As we walked around the showroom, he explained the
different types of pianos and skillfully tried to sell
me a concert grand. I explained to him that this
instrument was for a child who was a beginner, and
secondly, I didn't have room for a monstrous grand piano.
I told him I was looking a something like an upright
and he directed me to a console upright. It was a nice
instrument and he said he had two: the one we were
looking at which was in black lacquer and one with a
medium walnut finish.
I asked to see the one in walnut finish and he
silently motioned for us to follow. We followed him up
a set of rickety stairs to the second floor, pulled a
blanket covering the piano and wave his hand for us to
inspect it. We immediately liked it. It was compact,
and best of all it matched the furniture in the study.
I told him I'd take it. We went back downstairs where
he wrote out an invoice and I gave him a check. He
looked at it then at me and said haltingly, "I will
take to bank and cash. Soon as it clear, I will
deliver free to you home."
I thanked him and asked if it could be delivered on
Wednesday, two days hence and he nodded. Giving me a
receipt, I gave him my address and cell number and we
left for home.
Once in the car, Priya eek'ed out her excitement and
said, "Boy are the girls gonna be surprised when they see this!"
Mom shook her head and replied jokingly, "Yeah, I
can't wait. Now all we'll hear is the banging of piano
keys by two little urchins!"
I chuckled and responded, "We've managed to survive
worse."
Mom quipped, "Yeah, that's true, but for what that
thing cost, I hope we get a virtuoso outta this."
With a raised eyebrow I replied, "Never know."
We arrived home about six, Dad was home and engrossed
reading the paper with two little heathens running
through the house whooping like two little Indians (pun intended).
Monaavi was getting ready to leave so I asked her to
step into the study a moment. She smiled, put down her
bag, nodded and followed the three of us into the
study. I told her I bought a piano today and it would
be delivered on Wednesday.
You'd think it was for her, she was so excited and
exclaimed, "Oh Mr. Sean, that's just wonderful! I can
teach them to read music and I play a little so I can
at least get them started."
Surprised Mom asked, "You play Monaavi? That's
wonderful! You'll have to play for us when it arrives."
Monaavi blushed and said, "I'm not that good Mrs.
Michaels, I just learned the basics in college when I
took a music course."
"Well," I replied, "I just wanted you to
know that we
took your advice and hope it is worth it."
"Oh it will be!" She said, "Wait and see,
I'll bet
Attiya will do very well, I just have a feeling about her."
"Oh, by the way," I said to Monaavi,
"Please stop
calling me Mr. Sean, it's just Sean, OK?"
"Oh no sir!" She blushed, "That would be
too forward
of me to call you by your first name."
Sighing I smiled and replied, "As you wish."
Monaavi bowed her head slightly and said, "I must
go
now, Papa is probably waiting outside for me. It's my
mother's birthday and we're going out to dinner."
I asked her to give her mother our best birthday
wishes and we exchanged salaams as she picked up her
bag. Opening the door, sure enough, her father was
waiting for her to leave. I waved and offered my
congratulations to his wife and we exchanged salaams
as Monaavi got into the car. Priya and I waved as they departed.
Entering the house Mom said, "She's such a sweet
girl.
Sean, you should find her a nice Muslim man at the
office for her. She deserves a good husband."
Shaking my head I replied, "Mom, my track record as
a
matchmaker isn't very good right now. I think I'll
leave that on to her father."
Nodding agreement Mom sighed and said, "Yeah… it's
just a shame. She's at that age where it's probably on her mind."
Looking at Priya with a raised eyebrow, I remained
silent. I had enough on my plate to deal with, without
finding my nanny a husband.
"Which reminds me," I said, "I need to
talk to Dad."
I walked to the living room and Dad still had his face
buried in the paper. "Dad?" I said as I sat down.
Flipping the corner of his paper and looking at me
replied, "Yes Son what is it?"
Leaning over and putting my elbows on my knees I said,
"I need the number to that investigator so I can
locate that piece of shit husband of Haseeba's."
Think of her he grimaced and replied, "Yeah, let's
go
to the study. I hate situations like these, they
always end up getting messy."
"Well," I retorted, "That fucker started
it and now
I'm gonna finish it for good. I can't believe he
actually hit her in the face!"
Cautioning me he warned, "Just keep your head Son.
Don't let your anger make you do something you'll
regret like we did with Haseeba. Everything worked out
but I learned a lesson from that."
"I know Dad," I agreed, "But she's worked
so hard and
doesn't deserve to be treated like a punching bag or
have her dreams stolen right out from under her feet.
A man who hits a woman is lower than snail shit as far
as I'm concerned."
"I agree," he said as he handed me the number.
I called Adib's and asked to speak to Haseeba. I
obtained a list of Mahmoud's friends, drinking buddies
she said, and anyone else she could think of to help
locate him. I thanked her and reassured her that
everything was going to work out and to be happy about
starting college in September.
I called Dad's investigator and told him what I
wanted. I gave him all the info I'd gotten from
Haseeba and he said he might have something for me in
about a week or so. I thanked him for his co-operation
and we disconnected: the exchange was short and sweet.
When I'd finished my call, everyone was at the table,
ready to eat dinner. I washed up and joined the
family. Dinner started well with casual conversation
and the two littler imps where clowning around making
funny faces, opening their mouths showing off a mouthful of food.
Teasingly I told Aleeya, "You know you're supposed
to
chew with your mouth closed."
She gave me an "oops" look, then at Attiya and
replied, "Saaawwww-reeeee, just playin' around."
On a bright note I said to the little monsters,
"Guess what girls?"
Leeya looked at me while Attiya just glanced over.
After a long pause, Attiya gave me a look silent look
as if to say, "I'm slow, but out with it." So I said,
"I bought a piano today. You girls will be able to
start taking lessons on Wednesday or Thursday."
"Yippee!" Leeya exclaimed, "Tiya, we're
getting a piano!"
Leeya made like she was playing an imaginary piano and
said, "You know, one of these?"
Now Tiya understood and nodded quickly and smiled.
Pita heard and dropped her jaw and I said, "It's
mostly for Attiya. Maybe she'll excel at it, we'll see."
Pita set the dish down, covered her face and began to
cry. Mom stood, embraced her and said, "Pita dear,
it's as much joy to do this as it is for you to see it
happen for your daughter. Both of you are like family
and we just love making family happy, (looking at all
of us) don't we."
We nodded, smiled and Dad replied, "It's worth every
penny just to see the look on your faces!"
Needless to say, Pita's hand shook during the entire
meal as she was overcome with emotion several times
during dinner. I told her, "Get a plate and eat Pita,
We've told you many times, you're family."
"Oh Mr. Sean," Pita said emotionally,
"You have given
us the greatest joy, there must be a God that's blessing us!"
Feeling humbled by her reply I responded, "No Pita,
it's US that's been blessed! I cannot imagine our
family without both of you here now."
"Sahib," She said crying, "We don't
deserve your kindness."
Mom interrupted with, "Nonsense Pita! There's no
greater joy than to see a child reach their potential
and knowing that we had a part in helping her get there."
"My greatest joy for her will be when I see her get
married."
"Oh Ma'am, Pita replied, "That would be too
much to
hope for, but I dream of that day also."
Priya smiled, touched her hand and said, "She will
Pita, just wait and see, she will."
Pita sat tentatively and ate as she silently cried.
THIS is what makes life's sorrows bearable: seeing the
look and emotions joy for a child. I thanked God that
we had been fortunate to be able to help little Attiya
and I added that He might find a way for us to help Faatina also.
We finished dinner late: about eight. I told the girls
that it had been a long day and that we should say
prayers and turn in.
We said prayers and took a family shower (more like a
family water fight) and after clowning around and
getting water all over the floor, toweled off and headed for bed.
Leeya left the bathroom first, followed by me, with
Priya bringing up the rear. I saw Leeya's tiny cute
honey colored toosh as she sash-shayed to bed. I
leaned over and gave her tight little butt a love tap.
She jumped and said, "Hey! Why are you always
slapping
my behind?"
With a devilish grin I replied, "Because it's so
tiny,
round and pretty."
She stopped in her tracks, craned her head around to
look at her butt and rubbing her left butt cheek
asked, "Do you REALLY think my butt's pretty!"
"It's delectable!" I affirmed.
Slapping my shoulder from behind Priya commented, "Letch."
"Harlot," I replied over my shoulder.
Leeya spun around, spread her legs a little, lewdly
thrust her pelvis forward and pulled her pussy lips
apart saying "How 'bout my coochie? Is that de-lickable too?"
I grabbed her pudgy fat pussy lips between two fingers
and replied with a smile, "Absolutely de-lickable!
From behind I heard a two-toned call (as father's well
know) "Shaw-aan."
I turned around to see my chocolate ebony princess
sexily stroking her slit as she cupped her left
breast. When she had my attention, she cooed "How
'bout me? Am I de-lickable too?"
I smacked my lips and replied, "Better than a
lobster
tail smothered in butter!"
Having heaped my nymphs with compliments, we crawled
into bed giggling.
I hugged my wives, one in each arm and sighed. After a
moment of silence, Priya quipped, "Hmmm, tail
smothered in butter… sound interesting."
Leeya craned her head up towards Priya and added,
"How
'bout Sean's thingy smothered in whipped cream?"
"Mom was right," I retorted, "We may need
serious therapy."
"What's therapy?" Leeya asked.
"Never mind, squirt," I replied.
"What's a squirt?" she asked again.
"Go to sleep munchkin," I ordered.
"Jeez!" Leeya replied, "I'm just a kid ya
know."
Priya added her two cents with, "Yeah, five going
on thirty-five."
"Goodnight girls," I said at the ceiling.
Goodnight Sean," they replied.
Continued in Chapter 64…
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