We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas mu...ic on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertant yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I'd like to rest my head in her lap. I thought that was a marvelous idea, so I stretched out on the couch and rested my head on her red skirt clad lap, my face toward the fire. We continued to talk, but the sight of her. After way too many shots and self made cocktails which were disgusting, several advances from drunk men who spent the vast majority of the conversations staring at my double E chest before David put his arm around me to pretend he was my boyfriend an act he did often. I was crowned me the winner and carried each other back to our room, falling and laughing about how we had been kicked out of the bar for lowering the tone of the hotel bar after I was dared to give David a lap dance. Before the. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I woke up to pee. I eased myself and returned to my place. Everyone was deep in sleep. Suddenly, my eyes rested on the adjacent cot to mine. My maternal cousin, Tanya was sleeping there. She was lying straight with her face upwards. Her round boobs heaving with her breath up and down. Her cleavage was visible from her low cut kameez and her white roundness was glistening in the clear moonlight. I lay down on my cot on the side, facing towards her to ravish. Of course something had changed. It’s just, everything looked the same. Then Gillian slipped her hand into mine. We walked like that for a few minutes before she said anything and when she did it was, “Is this okay, Rick?”I stopped abruptly and she didn’t realise immediately, so took another step before our linked hands stopped her. “It’s okay. Weird, but okay.”“Weird? Why weird?” I couldn’t quite make out her tone of voice. Was she cross? Upset? Disappointed?“Yeah. I mean, I like you. I like.