“Yes,” I replied, blushing ever so slightly. Mark looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes “Fancy a midnight dip?” “Are you sure it will be...okay?” “Of course,” said Mark, turning and giving me a big hug. I could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing into my groin and my own juices started to flow.Mark brought his face close to mine and before I could object, was kissing my lips with a deep urgency. “Mark, this isn’t right,” I protested, “We are cousins.” Mark just laughed and said,. We maintained eye contact far too long, but neither of us made any other move. With nothing more than a gentle flat handed stroke across the lap of one of his groomsmen, I got the date and time and place of the wedding. I wasn’t sure I would go through with it until I found myself in front of the church. I walked rapidly up the steps before I could come to my senses and in the doors. It seemed like fate to me that I saw him walk into a door of the first hallway I looked down. I ran to the door. All that I needed were a few stitches in my forehead. They kept me at the hospital three days for observation. The second day I was there I asked a nurse to get me a package of dried fruit. I walked over to see how the Viet Cong was doing. His doctor told me that he would recover, “except for a few picturesque scars to show the folks back home.”I gave him the package of dried fruit. He took it with the hand that was not bandaged. Understanding what I was doing, he relaxed and said, “American.. I was about to burst at the seams if I didn’t tell her how gorgeous she was, so I just jumped in with both feet and said it.“Charlene, I have to tell you something.”“Okay. Will I be embarrassed?”“No nothing like that. It’s just that…you are so gorgeous and so beautiful, that when we were in class, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from your blonde hair. It really is very beautiful.”She smiled and said, “That’s so sweet! No one has ever said that to me before.”“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.”"No.