I remember that day was the 5th, I should ask her colicky about 8am when new. As if to prove he was great (I started puberty years 8t and 11T year I was pretty daughter) should I take the bus to go home themselves without calling the driver to pick. Arriving home, I opened the gate goes to the car parked in the garage My mother, my mother probably tired (I think). Open the door of the house where I did not see her, she did not have the old breast. I go upstairs (I and brother on the 3rd floor, mother and three at level 2). Just then I saw the second floor my mother or team hats sit on a floor, probably in the room so I took her in. Passing through the library, next to the crab was three Mother room, I was surprised when the pants, the shirt of one stretching from outside into the room. By the door, the door just ajar, I just pushed on the hand rails when he heard my mother.
- Ugh ... Strong to him, strengthening him ...
And sounds resound prospectus prospectus violently, the groans of man. I peeked, then an incredible spectacle. My mother is below, strange man is shambled jab. The sound that I had heard and not know what kept echoing. My mother cried as beaten (there was three and his mother quarreled and her mother slapped three also cried so), the man constantly squeezing her breast hard on me. Place the bird (The place where Mom taught me to clean every bathroom) is a stick poked his continuous and where it emits sounds bizarre. My mother had painted occasionally painful but again hugged and kissed him on the face, then pushed him to sit up for him more mature.
I do not understand something, I turned to leave the park to sit and I cry until his second call asking for the driver to pick up without me. My brother went to the mother, her maid had no home. Three dimensional Mother about it I knew she would leave 2 today. I did not talk with her angry for a week although my mother lovingly kept asking. I did not tell anyone and every night that image show up in the dream itself though I have yet to shape what it was.
Two months later, when I had just regained the spirit of things continued to happen. The number was that day I school, I asked the driver taken to the Third Company, then he put his car round me home. The daughter of director wine quite lovely so I was in the company paying the girls love, I greet uncle told the room and went straight to Ba. My father design Company 1 large separate office departments, a suspended floor reserved for directors and assistant (Ah, and called the secretary). I entered the reception room, talking over the loudspeaker with the receptionist to room three. (Normally one wants to see right through her Three receptionist and she referred to the director then met but I was "princess" should be viewed as procedures are exempt).
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