Coming to the story, as a relative(brother) i never had seen her till her marriage. At first glimpse of mine towards her arose my sex feelings towards...great heights. Till than i had no idea about having sex with others. At that time i was studying my+1 in same town of my cousin during her marriage i slowly made friendship with her and managed to talk to her frequently. As she is completely new with all of us. So she enjoyed my friendship. While talking to her i intentionally used to touch. And she hates me." I can't believe that. Greg is her uncle. I'm sure she loves him. And you're her best friend. Why wouldn't she be happy to have her best friend marry her uncle?" It's all my fault. I screwed everything up. I was joking around once and made some stupid remark like asking how she'd like me to be her aunt. Now she's convinced that I'm a gold-digger just after Greg for his money." Are you?" Am I a gold-digger? Oh, Mama, you know me better than that." If he were poor, would you. E' finita sempre male, sempre con lei che mi augurava le peggio cose e mi prendeva a schiaffi. Anche ieri sera, quando mi ha urlato: "SEI VERAMENTE INUTILE! CODARDO! SENZA PALLE! Vuoi veramente stare con me? Bene, DIMOSTRAMI che sei un uomo! Ci vediamo domattina, alla Porta d'Argento!"La Porta d'Argento, un locale notturno gotico, in cui non sono mai stato. Lei lo frequentava spesso, lei e tutti i suoi amici dark che si interessavano di quella roba strana, gotica appunto. Non ci sono mai. He picked something up from a table by the front door. As he approached I saw that it was a leash. He attached it to the collar Gary is making me wear and smiled. He said, "That looks better."He led me around the room by the leash for a minute. He seems to be finding my plight more and more amusing.He ordered me to lie across a large, heavy, threadbare old hassock he pushed into the middle of the room. While I obeyed he left the room. He returned a moment later with a piece of old clothesline.I.