Then she went back to finishing her lunch. She’d thought about it all off and on for the next few days. However, that night, alone in her bedroom of...her parent’s house she’d taken a shower and stood in front of the long door mirror inside her bedroom. Her hair was wet and plastered down on her head. Her makeup had been scrubbed off her face. She was at the mercy of being totally unclothed and totally without any beauty products on herself. Gradually, she unfolded the towel around her unusually. I : Do you think I can go to her and say “I saw the photo of your cunt. Can we screw ?”Kamala : Oh ! You don’t really know how to approach?!!!. I can believe it !!! How did you propose to me ? You almost made me feel an orgy just by the way you indicated your desire. Just do one tenth to your manni. It is enough. She is dried cotton. You just have to show the match stick.I : Kamala it is a big No. I will not make a move. Let her do it first.Kamala : She almost did…three days back. You remember. Better. It was like you were five years ago again, before things got so serious. I watched you walking in from the car and I had this thought, ‘If this boy can improve Cassandra’s sickness this much in a day, how much can he help the girls and me?’“You looked positively radiant, Cassandra. Whatever he did to you obviously agreed with your system, because you walked with more energy, your eyes were bright and alert, and you seemed like you wanted to run around and sing all of a sudden.“The. Waste your life grieving for that human—”I snarled and lifted my ax. I fought against the rage. My wife was no whore. She was a fighter, a warrior in female form. She was fearless, her skin as fair as milk, and hair long and straight, flowing behind her like brown silk. She wouldn't want me to kill my brother, and probably half my tribe, by surrendering to the rage. But if my brother called her whore again, I would cleave his head from his shoulders.My brother fled. He always was a coward.I.