She made me a man. This incident happened in inter first year when I’m 18. I’m from Kakinada, Andhra Pradesh. Let me com to the story; I am an inn...ocent boy. I don’t have sexual feelings at that time. Then she came to live next to our house; she is not aunty but a mother of two she is 22 then. She had already two children. She is beautiful pure white she used to smile at time I wouldn’t noticed here intention and ignored here but few days she is coming to your house regularly with her I like. I dont know what it was. I just know I need to ask Liz to explain, along with the other stuff. If she doesnt, my head will explode trying to figure it out, she muttered as they marched up to the second floor, and then beyond it, up into what used to be the attic before Kaceys dad had converted it into a bedroom for Liz last year. Sam, being dragged along up the stairs, couldnt argue with Kaceys logic. She was right. Both girls were doomed to having their brains being figuratively spread over. She wore a dazed expression for a moment, then it cleared as he told her, ‘I’ll see your daughter now, Mrs. Golden … you may pick her up in just an hour–why don’t you go for coffee or perhaps a bite to eat while I talk with her?’ The woman nodded, then stammered as Prinz led her to the door. As he let her out, he saw the girl stand and approach. She was the image of her mother, slightly shorter, with the same dark hair and deep-gray eyes. She smiled nervously as Prinz extended his hand and. She was sitting in a sofa and I gave her the cup, her hands were taking the cup and eyes were drinking the desire of getting loved. She drank her tea so did I with our eyes still in contact. I picked myself up to take hold of her cup after her last sip. I knelt down and took hold of her hand holding the cup. She was almost trembling both with cold, it gets pretty cold when it rains hard in Kathmandu and her urge too. She lifted herself up with my motion and I just planted a kiss on her.