”Mom asked, “Then how are you planning to deal with your problem?”Uncle replied, “I thought you can help.”I was shocked after hearing this, ... wanted to go inside and bash him but first, I wanted to hear my mom’s reply.Mom replied, “Are you crazy? I am your sister-in-law? How can you even think of having sex with me?!”Uncle replied, “Sister please, I am not asking you to sleep with me. I just want some relief.”Mom questioned, “What do you mean by that?”Uncle replied, “I know it is wrong for us. I have a present for you! Amelia! Get up!”The puppy attacked my toes as I waited. His teeth were quite sharp. “Heel!” I tried. He ignored me.Amelia walked out of the hallway, somewhat bedraggled, hair now not only rough shorn, but spiky, and wearing wrinkled pastel blue pajamas. It was a magical moment. Life stole into her magnificent eyes, pure delight at the sight of a misbehaving puppy.“Oh m’God! Oh m’God!” she exclaimed.The dog, spotting another potential playmate, scrabbled to gain. Our eyes meet. We show each other faces tinged with desire and excitement. Then my masseuse stops. She steps back from the table and removes her top and her bra. Her breasts are larger than they appeared in clothes. She takes a bottle of oil, and aims it at her chest. She squeezes and lets the liquid flow generously in a line several times across her chest. Without unlocking her eyes from mine, she puts the bottle down. Using both hands she spreads the oil everywhere on her torso. Her. People who had supposedly beenshipwrecked on the reefs surrounding the island had been taken in, nursedback to health and shown only love and compassion by these perfectspecimens of femininity. It was said that many sailors, upon being madeaware of these incredible people, decided to forego their lives on the landand live out their days in this tropical Garden of Eden. In fact, said thecaptain, there were so few sailors who chose to return to the mainland,that their stories were largely.