She(crying again) he even beats me and some times he even beats me on road.Me: whyShe: like we are on scooter and some guy passes from side and stares...at me so he stops the scooter and start beating me on the road saying tht he might be a lover of yours and now tell me is this good.Me: no ways this is India you will find boys on every road trying to tease girls.She: exactly but he does not understand.Me: damn, if i was on your place I would have done an affair .She: why so?Me: if you are called. I said” thanx Nisha you are ofcourse there I can share everything with u except for one thing….”She said” what thing……”I said ” I cant tell, what if you tell it to your or my mother..”She said “I promise I won’t say “.I hold her hand in my hand and romantically started rubbing it, she said ” what…” I said I cant discuss my sexual desires with you, as we both are bro and sis “”She said, ” we are cousin and not real bro and sis… You can share everything with me including sexual problems with. " "Are you sure? I've seen moving around my door every night." He was staring right at me now, his face remained calm but the veins in his arms indicated otherwise. I took a sip of my orange juice, "please don't be mad." "I'm not mad, but why do you watch?" "I have to get ready for school." I started to walk out of the kitchen as he grabbed my wrist pulling me back. "I'm not mad, it's kinda hot how you've been watching me. What do you think?" "I don't know, I like watching, I don't know what to. He remembered it all as if had been yesterday and not almost two years earlier. As far back as anyone could remember, Simon had been a ‘foodie’. His mother had started teaching him to cook at the age of 8 and by age 11, he could make dishes even she had not mastered. He made all the bread and rolls for their home. Luckily, Simon also played a number of different sports or he would have been a little butterball. When it came time for school bake sales, Simon’s desserts always sold first. He took.