”“Mmmm, lucky you,” Eileen said, “so you are kept busy at night as well then.”The cheeky grin on Gina’s face told me that she was in a sim...lar relationship with her son as l was with Mum. I was slightly embarrassed by this and afraid to say anything in case l had made a wrong assumption. But then l remembered how he had watched Uncle Bert with his hand up Gina’s skirt, and that he had been smiling.We talked for a while, Bert with one hand up Gina’s skirt the other between my mother’s thighs. . Baat tab ki hai jab main 18 years ki thi mere ghar me mere mausa ji aur mausi hamare sath me hi rehte they mausa ji ki umar us wakt 35 yrs ki rahi hogi wo dekhne me bhot seedhe aur cultured lagte they par unki asliyat mere hi samne khuli main us samay jawani ki dehleej par thi.Mere doodh eka ek bade hue jaa rahe they mere kapde chotey hotey ja rahe they hamari school ki dress ek blue skirt aur white shirt thi meri aadat nahi thi shirt ke ander blouse pehanne ki to mere doodho ka ubhar Alag se. Some days the weather just knocks down the door of my senses and I am constantly aware of the heat or the cold or the wind or the storm. But not today. First time today I’d really given it any thought. Seems that the weather is having a lazy day today too. If the sky didn’t offer much to the senses, then the river did. The Murray, while we have it, is an artist of the highest order. If left alone by the elements for a time, the river turns its hand to the most glorious recreations of its. I’ll let you decided what to tell mom and dad.I was dumbfounded and amazed Jessie must have an amazing job to be able to afford this.I knew my parents would freak and do all in their power to stop me. All our lives our parents had been pushing us and demanding we follow their rules and decisions. At 18 Jessica had managed to escape, I didn’t blame her, but it had meant that for the past six years I had been the sole person to be brow beaten by them. Then Jessie’s letter arrived and I saw a way.