Here I would like to tell a real incident that took place between me and my cousin.My cousin was actually my morapen (ie) my mothers own brother’s d...ughter. Her name is Diya. We were very close till she attained her age. After that she started to react very funnily to me. Our family was also always having an eye on us. But I knew that she was in love with me. Last December, me and my mother had gone to their house at cochin. I was very happy to see her. She was wearing a pavada dhavani made of. I don't even remember the drive over to her house, so caught up was I with thoughts of how Michelle would look.I pulled up to the side of the street in front of her house, grabbed my swim gear, got out, locked my car doors, and walked up her driveway. There was a small sign on the front door that said, "come around the side of the house and join us in the backyard."The crunch of gravel under my feet accompanied me down the side of the house to the backyard. I'd been back there once and had been. Then finally with a deep stroke just the right spot she does voice her enjoyment with a deep heavy "Mmmm". Her uncontrollable moan shocks her and she opens her eyes for a brief moment to look at the door and listen. Checking to make sure there are no peeping toms trying to catch a look through the key hole or eavesdropping on her own personal delight. She's seen the way Mr Burrows looks at her when he thinks she is not looking. Sometimes she teases him, playing with her hair or her collar. And live to remember it.”“Well,” Frank informed her, “Everybody does that anyway – the first part, not necessarily the second. They usually don’t remember. Dying can be pretty painful, after all, and usually causes serious amnesia.”“And if someone does remember their past,” Tia added, “their parents usually accuse them of lying or making up stories.”“They get punished,” Tara continued, “and then it’s no longer safe for them to remember, or talk about it, so they forget.”“At least,” Tia finished.