As we drove to Fort Lauderdale beach, I noticed my cousin Max was staring at my long smooth legs. “Does anyone told you that you look like Taylor Sw...ft?” Max said, scanning me from head to toe. “Same hairstyle, blue eyes, blonde hair, cute face.” “I got that a lot!” I laughed. “I think Taylor Swift looks like me, not the other way!” “I think you look better than Taylor Swift!” Uncle Rich commented, looking at my youthful boobs and long smooth legs. “You look like a Greek goddess, only. O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!O Nagnadevike, lead us today!Mom and dad, train your children to make loveFamily love would bring good luck.Sons and fills, serve your parents in home-loveRecycling is richness; so, fuck!O Swargadwaarike, show us the way!O Nagnadevike, lead us today!And we reached Swargadwaar on the fourth day since we left Haridwaar. We traveled not up and up, but deep and deep. Tunnel after tunnels we passed and the place was not at an elevation, but deep in the womb of the. “I just meant that if you have ideas for stuff we should try, you should tell me. You know, like a story, or a fantasy. Tell me what you want.”“Oh.”Please don’t stop now! I started kissing her body again, hoping like hell to distract her back into the moment.“Yeah. Ok. I understand.”Fuck, that was close. I had no idea if she actually bought my bumbling explanation. I sure hoped I sounded convincing.“You’re ok with that? I mean, you’re not turned off by me taking control like this?”My relief. I guess it was because I was five years older than Sarah and had some pretty exciting experiences, sexual and otherwise, after high school. After a bit of memory jogging, I did recall a guy that would probably qualify as my best friend Mario Castilari. We were on the varsity football team together and had had a bunch of double-dates.Mario and I were good friends. Mario’s father owned a bar just over the county line, and because of a freak of geography, the county to the south of Marion County.