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Very nice, setting up tent too
Thanks for pitching your tent here
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Thanks for the very juicy updates here, wonder what is Wanda up to? Puzzled by her actions, camping here for more updates please.
Thanks for being another Happy Camper
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great story, enjoy reading it. look forward to your next update TS.
Thanks for the compliments
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At first thought… The story becoming somewhat sinister with some touch of black magic… Worth reading this novel in the making~ got pic to share?? 😁
Wow! There is no tricking you,
Bro alec
! Sometimes when we are in love, we think the world of the girl that we are in love with and we sometimes make up stories, just to protect her (or her image).
Unfortunately, I can’t share her actual pic but many say she has this uncanny resemblance to this girl:
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So had Wanda got control over TS? Camping here for more updates.
You know what they say,
Bro otamay
; there’s only enough blood for one head to function properly
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please share more updates ts, it’s really nice story.
Thank you for your compliments
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Support nice story. Hope to read more.
Thank you for your support
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“Are you love me?”
Wanda asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes,”
I replied almost instantaneously,
“but I am married.”
“You love me, is enough.”
Wanda replied,
“When big sister sick, small sister is duty to make husband happy.”
I smiled. Somehow her twisted ‘logic’ made sense. Didn’t our grandfather’s grandfathers also practice polygamy? I smiled and squeezed her nipples. She gave a little squeal and we retired to the room; our master bedroom.
Homo sapiens
are complicated creatures; they like to complicate matters. I am married, I know it is wrong to get involved in another woman but I did it anyway. Since I have already chosen to be with Wanda, I should not have been
swayed by my mother’s words
, doubt Wanda and treat her indifferently. Yet, now that things appear to be back to normal, I still can’t forget what
the bunch of maids said about Wanda
; as they say, ’there’s no smoke without fire'.
I decided to put the police skills that I learnt during my NS days to good use. On one hand, I will gather information from the ’nosey parker’ maids, on the other hand, I will try to ’test water’ with Wanda - compare notes and draw my own conclusions.
“That’s just what I’ll do!”
I slapped my hand onto my thigh as I marvel at my own genius. Sherlock Holmes would be proud of me! With that thought in mind, I set my plans in motion. For starters, I will take over ‘Tuition Class’ duty; I will send my son to the tuition centre and hang around that area, gathering as much information as possible. My excuse to the people at home would be I wanted to take a walk (after dinner) and exercise a bit, get rid of the little belly fat.
Knowing that my son didn’t like the ‘other maids’, I will ensure that I do not talk to them just before he enters the class and after class ends. I must give everybody the impression that I was using the ‘waiting time’ to jog or something ‘constructive’.
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I decided to put the police skills that I learnt during my NS days to good use. On one hand, I will gather information from the ’nosey parker’ maids, on the other hand, I will try to ’test water’ with Wanda - compare notes and draw my own conclusions.
“That’s just what I’ll do!”
I slapped my hand onto my thigh as I marvel at my own genius. Sherlock Holmes would be proud of me! With that thought in mind, I set my plans in motion. For starters, I will take over ‘Tuition Class’ duty; I will send my son to the tuition centre and hang around that area, gathering as much information as possible. My excuse to the people at home would be I wanted to take a walk (after dinner) and exercise a bit, get rid of the little belly fat.
Knowing that my son didn’t like the ‘other maids’, I will ensure that I do not talk to them just before he enters the class and after class ends. I must give everybody the impression that I was using the ‘waiting time’ to jog or something ‘constructive’.
Saturday was Grocery Day but as my son had just gotten a new iPhone, he preferred to stay at home to explore his new toy. My wife decided to stay behind with him as there were many errands to run that day and my wife felt it was not good to let my son stay at home for long periods of time without proper supervision. Moreover, exams were around the corner and someone had to be around to pry that iPhone away from his little hands before it became permanently glued to them. So, it was just Wanda and me doing the marketing. Wanda gave me a knowing look before heading to our main door. That little minx.
We acted ’normally’ as we proceeded to the multi-storey car park just opposite our block; Wanda was pushing the market trolley in front of me as we walked towards the car. Along the way, we past by some familiar faces. I noticed Wanda smiling and nodding in the direction of Nurul and her gang but she was met with blank stares. As I walked slower, I got the chance to notice their reactions clearly and I did notice a few of them looking away in reciprocation to Wanda’s actions. Their reaction towards me was starkly different; some of them smile while others greeted me with a “Hi Sir!” in return to my “Good Morning!” greeting.
When we were out of earshot, I expected Wanda to pass some comments about the unfair treatment she was subjected to but she said nothing. I locked the car and drove in the direction of the shopping mall. Once we put a distance between us and our neighbourhood, Wanda turned to look at me.
“Abang,”
she cooed,
“I am miss your hard bone.”
Recently, I’ve been ’training’ her to talk dirty to me; something which was taboo to my wife. She felt that ’talking dirty’ degraded her. My wife associated ‘dirty talk’ to porno movies. I remember having to say good bye to my collection the day we moved into our matrimonial home.
“Sayang, what are you thinking? Are you not want to visit my cave?”
she asked while rubbing my erection through my Bermuda shorts. Sensing my erection grow, she continued to entice me,
“So long time you not suck my little mountains. They are missing you.”
The moment the car came to a traffic light, Wanda practically threw herself at me.
“Abang! Kasi saya. I want you!”
For once, I was glad we had a long list of things to do. I slid my hand underneath her and I felt a dampness. Sweet!
Before I could proceed, I heard angry horns ring out behind me. The lights had turned green. Not wanting to give the car behind another excuse to blast his horn at me, I quickly accelerated away from the traffic junction.
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“Sayang, what are you thinking? Are you not want to visit my cave?”
she asked while rubbing my erection through my Bermuda shorts. Sensing my erection grow, she continued to entice me,
“So long time you not suck my little mountains. They are missing you.”
The moment the car came to a traffic light, Wanda practically threw herself at me.
“Abang! Kasi saya. I want you!”
For once, I was glad we had a long list of things to do. I slid my hand underneath her and I felt a dampness. Sweet!
Before I could proceed, I heard angry horns ring out behind me. The lights had turned green. Not wanting to give the car behind another excuse to blast his horn at me, I quickly accelerated away from the traffic junction.
As it was the weekend, I decided we could do our shopping at NTUC Warehouse Club. This was the second mistake I made; the first was listening to my friend, Fred’s advice to sign up in the first place. The brands that they sold there were ‘uncommon’ brands; I didn’t want to get a earful from my wife - why this brand, why not that packaging, etc. The only silver lining was that Wanda made the long drive more ’enjoyable’. She kept flashing at me; I almost had an accident while negotiating the bend along the PIE after Pasir Laba Camp.
My next thought was VivoCity; the Giant outlet
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was one of the of the larger ones and we were sure to find whatever we wanted. Grocery shopping was like one of those US game shows, we practically run down aisle by aisle and loaded the shopping cart with items on the shopping list; the faster we got over this part of the itinerary, the more time we had to ourselves.
With the shopping aspect out of the way, we proceeded to the nature reserve just opposite VivoCity. After ensuring that the car was parked in a more shaded area (in case some of the grocery turned bad), we held hands like a pair of lovebirds and went off into Mount Faber Park.
Spotting a pavilion upfront, Wanda sprinted ahead and playfully hugged one of its wooden pillars,
“Long time we no jalan-jalan, sayang!”
She exclaimed,
“I want more,”
she demanded cheekily before she stuck out her tongue.
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“Yes, my love, anything for you.”
If she’d ask me to pluck the stars from the sky, I would too.
Then she turned around to face me, pouting sexily at me,
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“Tonight, after they all sleep, I come you room, my suami?”
How could I refuse?
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At the time of writing,
Giant VivoCity
was still open.
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“Yes, my love, anything for you.”
If she’d ask me to pluck the stars from the sky, I would too.
Then she turned around to face me, pouting sexily at me,
“Tonight, after they all sleep, I come you room, my suami?”
How could I refuse?
She found herself a stone stool and she perched there. Looking seductively at me, she blew me a kiss and moved her hands to cup her perky little breasts. Then, she moved them slowly downwards to her groin. As if to give me a preview of what was to come, she began to slowly unbutton her clothes.
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I felt something in my shorts stir. Wanda grinned,
“you like?”
she asked cheekily. I nodded furiously. This was the thing I loved about Wanda;
her choice of underwear
gave her this air of ‘innocence’. It made me feel like a dirty old man lusting after her and I loved this feeling. It made me feel like a hunter feasting on his prey; it gave me a certain sense of ‘power’. I went nearer to her and I noticed a stain on her panties. This must be caused by the wetness that I felt just now.
The area that we were at was rather deserted so she got bolder and started to unbutton further. She got up and presented herself to me,
“You are liking what you seeing?”
I gulped.
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Looking at the magnificent creature before me, I rubbed my swollen member instinctively. I never expected my ‘shy’ Wanda to behave in such a way in public but I was not going to protest or stop her. We heard voices coming our way and I quickly went forth to help her ‘cover up’.
As my bodies drew closer, she whispered in my ear,
“Tonight I give my body to you, my husband.”
She didn’t have to say it twice. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled her towards me and forcefully kissed her. My action took her by surprise and I heard her yelp. We broke off our kiss after what seem like an eternity and then I heard those famous words,
“Abang jahat!”
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As my bodies drew closer, she whispered in my ear,
“Tonight I give my body to you, my husband.”
She didn’t have to say it twice. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled her towards me and forcefully kissed her. My action took her by surprise and I heard her yelp. We broke off our kiss after what seem like an eternity and then I heard those famous words,
“Abang jahat!”
Mother dropped by to ‘babysit’ my son while the three of us went to the hospital. The therapy was taking a toll on my wife and she seem to have contracted bronchitis.
“Did you hear what they said about Wanda?”
Mother asked.
I gave a sigh before I replied a “No”.
“They said this girl is dressing more and more sexily. The clothes she wears are not maid clothes. They look more like those from one of those atas department shops. And the perfume she wears, I tell you; she’s got ‘come date me’ sprayed all over her.”
Mother complained.
“The clothes that she wears are bought by me, Mother.”
my wife replied,
“and the fragrance that you mentioned must be the body shower that we use. We don’t allow her to apply make-up or spray perfume when she goes out, Mother. But we have noted your concerns and I will remind Wanda not to act in a brazen manner.”
my wife assured Mother.
During most of the conversation, Wanda was smart enough to make herself scarce. Only when she heard my wife start coughing again did she scurry back into the living room. Bowing her head low, she asked for permission to ’escort’ my wife back to the study room.
“Your wife seems to be in bad shape.”
Mother said in a hushed tone.
“Yes, the doctors aren’t that optimistic.”
I said grimly.
“So when she’s gone, I suppose Wanda will be her replacement?”
Mother’s question shocked me. I stared at her with my mouth open.
“That was what happened at her last employment. She got ‘promoted’ from maid to mistress of the house. Why did you think her employers sent her away and replaced her with an older maid?”
I thought back to the
excellent testimony
that her previous employer gave. What a change in events?
“If I had accompanied you to the Maid Agency that day, you wouldn’t have ended up with this maid. What’s so good about her, anyway?”
Again, Mother had got me speechless; I knew whatever reason I gave, she was sure to have a rebuttal. Apparently, Nurul and her gang had told her some additional stories about Wanda. This time around, instead of coming to Wanda’s defense, I coaxed my mother to tell me more.
“Ibu, I need more solid evidence or the Maid Agent will not allow me to return the maid without expecting me to pay,”
I told Mother,
“tell me more. I want to know.”
I said confidently.
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I thought back to the
excellent testimony
that her previous employer gave. What a change in events?
“If I had accompanied you to the Maid Agency that day, you wouldn’t have ended up with this maid. What’s so good about her, anyway?”
Again, Mother had got me speechless; I knew whatever reason I gave, she was sure to have a rebuttal. Apparently, Nurul and her gang had told her some additional stories about Wanda. This time around, instead of coming to Wanda’s defense, I coaxed my mother to tell me more.
“Ibu, I need more solid evidence or the Maid Agent will not allow me to return the maid without expecting me to pay,”
I told Mother,
“tell me more. I want to know.”
I said confidently.
Mother rambled on for a good hour. Thankfully, all this time, Wanda accompanied my wife in the study room. My son came out from time-to-time; no doubt acting as a scout for the two ‘sisters’.
So basically, to summarize all the feedback that Mother gathered, Wanda was supposed to marry her childhood sweetheart but her father felt this boy was ’not good enough’ for her. Instead,
her father married her off to a rich man’s invalid son
. To spite her father, Wanda allowed her childhood sweetheart to impregnate her so that her rich in-laws would reject her. I recalled that Wanda’s mother-in-law had come into the matrimonial room the very next day to
check on her chastity
but I felt that any rebuttals from my end would result in further drama.
Like many of the bros reading this story, I too, wanted to know more; was there any more to Wanda than what I thought I already knew?
According to my mother, Wanda was made to come to Singapore to work as a maid because she was caught carrying her childhood sweetheart’s child. As such, the rich family ‘returned’ her back to her father and demanded compensation as they lost face. As Wanda’s family had no money, she was forced to work in Singapore as a maid.
Apparently, Wanda was caught sleeping with her previous employer so the lady of the house demanded that she be returned back to the maid agency or she would file for divorce and take custody of their son. As the son was the eldest grandson, the husband was pressured by all parties to part ways with Wanda.
Wow! That’s real drama for you and you didn’t even have to turn on the television set to get any.
“So what would you have me do, Mother?”
I asked,
“I can’t just return Wanda based on the grounds you mentioned, can I?”
“If her former employer could do it, so can you!”
Mother replied, exasperated.
Taking a leaf out of Father’s book
, I replied calmly,
“Ibu, I think her former employer could ‘do it’ because he paid a penalty for it. Erm, could you help me with this? I don’t think I have much spare in the bank now.”
“It’s up you!”
my mother threw her arms up, as if to ‘surrender’,
“don’t come crying to me when you get into trouble. I am going home now.”
I tried to slow-talk her along the way home. By the time she reached her block, she seem somewhat placated. I took the drive back from East Coast Park to ponder on the points that she raised; no doubt some of them were ‘answered’ by Wanda but there were certainly some plotholes that needed filling. The detective in me was motivated to fill these holes. In the process, I also get the chance to fill up another, more enjoyable hole.
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“So what would you have me do, Mother?”
I asked,
“I can’t just return Wanda based on the grounds you mentioned, can I?”
“If her former employer could do it, so can you!”
Mother replied, exasperated.
Taking a leaf out of Father’s book
, I replied calmly,
“Ibu, I think her former employer could ‘do it’ because he paid a penalty for it. Erm, could you help me with this? I don’t think I have much spare in the bank now.”
“It’s up you!”
my mother threw her arms up, as if to ‘surrender’,
“don’t come crying to me when you get into trouble. I am going home now.”
I tried to slow-talk her along the way home. By the time she reached her block, she seem somewhat placated. I took the drive back from East Coast Park to ponder on the points that she raised; no doubt some of them were ‘answered’ by Wanda but there were certainly some plotholes that needed filling. The detective in me was motivated to fill these holes. In the process, I also get the chance to fill up another, more enjoyable hole.
That night, after a session of love-making, I asked Wanda if she like children. Naturally she assumed I was asking about my son so she gave the polite answer about how my son can be quite difficult at times but she assured me that she did not abuse him or vent her frustrations on him.
“No, no. I’m not talking about Adik,”
I reassured her that there were not complaints about her mistreating my son,
“I’m asking whether you would want to have children of you own?”
“Why you ask this? What did Nenek tell you about me?”
Wanda immediately concluded where I was heading with this question.
I quickly assured her that this had nothing to do with my mother. Then I gave some lame excuse that I had asked this out of curiosity, because of the greying population in Singapore and whatever rubbish I could think of to get her off the scent.
Her response broke my heart.
“I love children,”
she said,
“Every time I see Adik, I think of my son back in Java.”
That’s it! Mother was correct! She was every bit the loose woman that Nurul and her gang made her out to be. I felt a rising anger. I wanted to chastise her. I wanted to slap her. But she broke into a sob.
The night of my husband’s birthday was the beginning of my woes.
My father and father-in-law came into my bedroom and they tied me up
and then they had their way with me. I feel so ashamed to talk to you now. I am nothing but a fuck toy for rich men.
“You mean your own ‘father’ made you pregnant?”
I asked, disgusted at the idea of a father raping his own daughter but then again, they were not related by blood so I guess all bets were off?
After Old Man Fauzi
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made me climax by using his tongue, he wanted to penetrate me but he was stopped by my father-in-law.
“And what do you think you are doing, Fauzi?”
, my father hissed,
“I let you play with her and you immediately think she’s your toy now? You think she belongs to you now?
" he asked.
I saw Fauzi lower his head.
“Wanda’s vagina belongs to our family. Amir must have given my stupid son some sort of aphrodisiac because he penetrated her and took her virginity on night of their wedding. My wife had confirmed this herself.”
I wanted to tell them the truth and seek their forgiveness. I felt that my father was only angry with me because of my mother’s infidelity. If I were to apologize and explain my circumstance to them, surely they will understand? I wouldn’t say I ’love’ my husband but he was not capable of doing bad things to me. But what I heard next made me even sadder.
“Don’t look so crestfallen, Fauzi,”
my father-in-law said,
“ever since we were young, you have always shared your women with me. Tonight, I will let you fuck your daughter……”
his voice trailed off.
I noticed a gleam in Fauzi’s eyes and he smacked his lips.
“But you said her womb belongs to,”
before Fauzi could finish, he was cut off by my father-in-law.
“Yes, I did say that.”
my father-in-law concurred,
“I said you cannot fuck her vagina but I didn’t say anything about her other holes, did I?”
He didn’t have to say it twice. Fauzi quickly took up his offer. He spat at the mouth of my anus and started rubbing his saliva all over it. Once he felt it was better lubricated, she began fingering me.
I struggled but he used his free hand to slap me. I can’t believe the man who doted on me his whole life would now abuse me as such.
“Be careful not to leave marks on her, Fauzi. I don’t want people to ask questions. If you cannot contain your emotions, then put on your clothes and get out.” he barked.
I think the offer of being able to have sex albeit anal sex with a girl whom you have raised since young was too much to offer so he made do with whatever futile resistance I could offer.
That night, I was sodomized by my ‘father’.
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Wanda had started addressing her supposed biological father by name.
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Well spoken here, there’s only enough blood for one head to function properly.
Please continue your story.
Yes
Bro otamay
. To quote the lyrics of a song,
“she may be the beauty or the beast; maybe the famine or a feast; may turn each day into a heaven or a hell”
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Welcum back bro.
Thanks for hanging around
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Just wonder is Wanda having split personality, camping here for more updates.
If what Wanda said is true, she really had a hard life, more updates please.
At that time, I only thought about her, never even consider split personality
Bro diputs1269
. But then again, without that experience, how do I pen down this story?
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great update TS.
Thanks for the continued support,
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qt210
Awesome update TS!
Thanks for the compliment,
Bro qt210
and for camping here.
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Technocrete
Great share TS, more please!
Thanks for dropping by and reading my thread,
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. Will try to update a bit momre today.
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Very nice share TS, thanks!
Sharing is caring,
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nice story TS….
Thanks for the compliment
Bro 35cents
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SerflySGR
Wanda’s words:
He didn’t have to say it twice. Fauzi quickly took up his offer. He spat at the mouth of my anus and started rubbing his saliva all over it. Once he felt it was better lubricated, she began fingering me.
I struggled but he used his free hand to slap me. I can’t believe the man who doted on me his whole life would now abuse me as such.
“Be careful not to leave marks on her, Fauzi. I don’t want people to ask questions. If you cannot contain your emotions, then put on your clothes and get out.” he barked.
I think the offer of being able to have sex albeit anal sex with a girl whom you have raised since young was too much to offer so he made do with whatever futile resistance I could offer.
That night, I was sodomized by my ‘father’.
It’s always erotic to read or hear about rape stories. Japanese porn has got a whole genre on this. But when the rape victim is someone close to home, that story also has an element of rage and anger.
“Are you think me dirty?”
Wanda looked at me with watery eyes.
“No no, you silly girl,”
I replied,
“I love you even more!”
There you go, I’ve just said that “L-word” again.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she continued her story:
The whole night, the two wrinkled old men had their way with me while my husband lay unconscious nearby. I remember them giving me some wine of sorts. I had refused at first but they practically forced it down my throat. Afterwhich, they handled me roughly, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. The two bastards took turns violating my ass and my mouth.
I must have passed out along the way because the next think I knew it was already morning when I woke up.
The first thing I felt was the stinging pain in my anus.. It felt sore, as if it were being ripped apart. My cheeks felt puffy. When I went to the mirror to check, I found my cheek swollen.
“Wanda! Wanda! Where is that wretched girl”
I heard Mother’s voice ring out from downstairs. Touching my swollen face, I didn’t know what to do. What would I tell her if she saw me this way?
Her voice became louder and soon she was banging at our bedroom door.
“You really think you are a mistress of the house, do you?”
she said from behind the door,
“open the door this once!”
I opened the door meekly. She must have felt impatient so she shoved the door wide open, the action of which hit me squarely on the face and I fell backwards.
“Get up!”
she said, brushing aside her actions,
“you are needed downstairs.”
I went to wake my husband up but she stopped me.
“Leave my son to sleep, he had a long day and he needs the rest.”
With that, Mother walked out of the room. I scurried behind her. I didn’t want to get another tongue-lashing from her.
When we reached the main hall downstairs, all eyes were on me. My father-in-law eyed me as I walked across the living room.
“You had a good sleep?”
he asked. To which, I just nodded. I did not know what would have happened if I were to confront him about what happened yesterday.
Amir, was also present and he seemed somewhat shocked at my appearance.
“This foolish girl was hiding behind the door when I opened it,”
Mother offered. That seemed to have somewhat cleared the tension in the room. I thought I was out of the woods. I was wrong.