I choose to leave them in as written, they fit the terse quality of the writing. The genesis of the story is biographical, but the story itself is fic...ion. The song verses used through the story are from Suzanne written by Leonard Cohen and first recorded in 1966 by Judy Collins. For those not familiar with Leonard Cohen’s musical poem Suzanne, YouTube lists many versions of the poem/song. One featuring Leonard Cohen and Judy Collins is my favorite. * Fire just happened, happened the way things. My angel still in that blue saree and was preparing tea. My mom turned around and saw me. She smiled, came towards me and hugged me tightly. She gave a peck on my lips and cheeks and said “Good morning my sweetheart”.Me:“Good morning mom” and kissed her forehead.Mom: “Dear I told you last night to call me Anu when we are alone”Me: “Please let me call you mom”Mom: “why dear ?”Me: “look maa even though I had sex with you I still want to respect you ”Mom: giggled “ Ok sweetie as you wish you can. " You could have been in real trouble. Lucky mum saw the funny side of it. She said she was trying not to smile." Thank goodness." What are we going to do?" Emma asked."Let's fuck." No I'm serious. Mum and I had a long talk this morning and she's right. We can't go on like this."Steve did not say anything he looked at his sister and then down at her bedclothes."We're lucky it was mum who caught us and not dad. We've been living on borrowed time since she found out." Added Emma.Steve placed his. The attack came in the early morning of the next day. I was returning to my room, nearly finished with my run when a half dozen oriental men surrounded me. The tattoos that I could see on their neck, peeking out from the collars of their dress shirts, and around their wrists gave me a good idea of who I was dealing with. They also didn’t appear armed with any guns. I could see batons, and a couple of tasers, but no guns. My best guess in the moment was that this was an attempt to kidnap me to.