She was standing still, her back pressed into the corner, her arms crossed in protection over her chest which Skas had bared by tearing off her blouse... and ripping her slip to her waist. There was not much for her small arms to cover, for her young breasts will little more than bulges. Her simple skirt was still around her waist, but Skas had pulled it up in front, baring her slim legs, to paw at her genitals. His hand was thrust between her legs, his fingers pushed through a leg hole of her. Her long red hair dropped like curled waves down her back. Blood red flowers were weaved into her hair just above her right ear. Her dress was composed of layers of white silk, tight to her figure and trailing like clouds over the ground. Sheer wings of fabric laid almost invisible along her arms. The sleeves, and the gown itself, were held by small straps of fabric, sewn like white petals, over her mostly bare shoulders. The same white petals surrounded her waist, dipping lower in front,. James came home for holidays and summer vacations. Looking at him would bring a lump to my throat. He looked so like his father. Tall and muscular, quick to smile and laugh, an untidy shock of sandy blonde hair, eyes blue as a clear summer sky just washed clean by a cool rain. In summers, he’d work around the yard and I could almost imagine it was his father walking stolidly behind the lawn mower or perched precariously on the ladder cleaning out the gutters. In his cut-off jeans shorts,. Me- aree aunty… Vo… Apni gf k saath…. Maze..Aunty- ohh.. Me ab samjhi (haste huye) par tum itna sharma kyu rahe ho, tum logo ki umr me ye sab to normal hai.Ye kehke ab aunty mere bagal me beth gayi or meri jaangh par haath rakhte huye boli- kyu raghav, tum nahi jaate apni gf k saath (smile)Me- nahi aunty meri gf nahi he.Aunty- me ye baat maan hi nahi sakti, agar nahi bataana chahte toh mat batao par ye baat toh muje pata hai saaf jhoot hai.Me- aunty yahi sach hai, par reason me aapko nahi bata.