Par meri kismat main kuch or hi likha tha. ek baarHumari family or pados ki ek aunty or wo unki family sath haridwar gaye ghumaine ke liye.jahan mera ...nko chodne ka sapna pura ho gaya.do din wahan ghumaine ke baad jis din humain wapis ana tha, wahan par humare ek relative rahte hain mere papa ne bhabhi ke husband se kaha ki humain waha jane hai milne ke liye to maine kaha ki bhaiya aap inko ghuma lao main bhabhi or aunty or mera chota bhai yahi ruk jajte hai or market bhi ghum lenge to wo bole. Sayingnothing, I tie the scarf around her head, not too tightly; just enough so itwon't slide off and I lean forward, gently kiss her hair, her ears, her neckand finally, her sweet lips. At first she doesn't know whether to respond ornot, but eventually she can't help herself and returns my kiss with a passion,pent up, over the short time we have known each other, not that she is absolutelysure it is me, of course! I lift her from her seat, take her hand in mine and leadher through to, what I. While David and I sipped our wine Mary gulped hers down and held her glass to David for a refill. When she had finished that one too, David took her empty glass and set it down beside the bottle. He stood in front of his mother and pulled the long zip down the front of her dress revealing her perky breasts. She made no move to stop him as he slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Not only was she not wearing a bra, but she wore no panties either. I realised then that. Boldly staring, with an intensity yet calmness, no distress showing. An expression that can only be described as a sense of self, of pride.As my mind is wandering, I hear the sound of a door knob turning. The door to my room is being opened and I feel the air change around me, curtains swishing and candles crackling in the draught.I am taken aback, feeling vulnerable, but remember my training and lengthen my spine, shoulders back, displayed to whomever may have entered the room.Footsteps now, I.