” She said ruefully. “That was a joke. Not too many men wanted a fat girl. The ones that did were crude and stupid.” “What did your old man sa... about that?” I asked. “I never told him.” She said. “I couldn’t break his heart. He died in a car accident my sophomore year. I couldn’t even go to the funeral.” “Do I look like him?” I asked. Not looking to be a replacement for what she had lost. “Not at all you are taller, stronger, and with much darker hair. I like the beard too.” She smiled. The woman in this story is my cousin, Aarthi. She’s from quite a rural background but quite well off. 18 years with 36-24-36. Now, those measures are enough to make any man lust over his imagination. She has a wheatish-skin colour with all the right junk in all the right places. Hazel eyes, and dark chocolaty hair.It was January when after a long time I went on to visit my native to my uncle’s place. While growing up, she always had a platonic love for me. Just an innocent brotherly love. But I. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks with one had and spit in her face. Mom tried to pull away and I pushed her back on the bed. God she looked so hot and vulnerable. Mom protested and I grabbed her throat and held her down. As mom tried to get up I spit on her again, this time she opened her moth and told me to squeeze harder. I was shocked but did as I was told. I leaned in a kissed my mother with my tongue. She responded right back and we bit and pulled each others lips while. Other than the sleep the previous night, he felt better than he had in a long time. He got up, showered and got dressed. His mother and Melissa were already out in the kitchen. They started breakfast without him. He dropped into his usual chair and asked, "You spend the night?"Melissa smiled and answered, "No, Mother called and asked me to come home around ten o'clock last night. She was upset and wanted my company. She definitely plans to divorce him, no matter what the bishop says." Hurry up.