I knew why there were ten or fifteen young girls all hanging out at the beach. I had read that the girls, whose favors were available commercially, wo...ld hang out at the beach. These girls didn't look like streetwalkers. They looked like average young Brazilians, tanned, smiling, laughing.It is amazing how quickly thoughts can flash through your mind at moments like this. I looked at the girls, and thought, teenagers? I'll get arrested. And just as quickly I remembered, the age of consent in. The door swings open and I run out…right into the barrel of a gun. Just beyond is no-nonsense dry toast Cop. His eyes are keen on my flushed face and the painting tucked under my arm. ‘Uh…I can explain.’ I get out past my frozen throat. ‘Really, she can.’ A husky voice says from mere inches behind me. ‘She forgot to put the code in for the alarm.’ A second voice, different for only the slightest change in pitch, adds in. This, too, comes from mere inches away, from the body leaning against. This is because my cousin is almost my dad’s age. Better avoid the confusion inside our family and enjoy the sharing of my experience with her.Both me and Aishwarya live in the same city. We are not in touch frequently with each other. She is really beautiful. She is wheatish complexion.I keep looking at her whenever she visits my home or vice versa. Seeing her the hunger inside me grows many bounds. Many times I get tempted to ask her directly for sex but with great difficulty I control. The wind whistled and howled violently against the walls. This has been one of the worst storms I can remember. I remember well because that was the night I became a father. My wife, Vesi, had been going through labor most of the afternoon. The farmer’s wife was acting as midwife to my beloved. She wouldn’t let me in the house, so I stayed in the barn with Desperado and Jhori. Jhori will be expecting in a couple of months. Desperado will be a father too I thought that night as I worried.