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Rivers turn to torrents, and roads disappear under feet of water. You best wait out the monsoon and then take ship down the Bharathappuzha River to the Malabar Coast to take passage on one of the many coastal vessels heading for Bombay. An East Indiaman sails for England from that port in August.”Shangri La operated on the Malayalam Calendar. I knew the current month was Edavam by Malayali reckoning and asked the governor to enlighten me as to what day and month it was according to the Gregorian calendar.“It is Saturday, the first day of June in the year of Our Lord eighteen hundred and thirty-three,” he informed me.Mimi was aghast when I told her we were unable to leave for England until August.“What do we do in the meantime, Jacques?”“We return to Shangri La and make ferocious, exciting, adventurous, and extremely lascivious love, night and day,” I replied.Her broad grin gave her assent, and we left for Shangri La within the hour. The monsoon broke before we reached Shangri La, and. I never really made a lot of friends, and Yountville was a small town. I was still celibate. I wanted to know what love felt like, but not brother-sister love or mother-daughter love. I wanted to know what lover-lover love feels like.So we went to the Freshman Semi-Formal, that is, my brother and I. He had just broken up with his girlfriend, with whom he had a quick and rather uneventful relationship. I remember seeing her come to our house and seeing them kiss. It was nothing how I imagined. It felt like he was being used for the sex. It felt all wrong… he was certainly right to dump her. I got ready for the dance with Alex. We lived in a Jeep for a long time, so we were used to the idea of no privacy. It kind of weirded us out, if you will, that many siblings never showed each other their naked bodies. We were different, I guess.“Honey, are you sure you’re okay with this?” asked Mom. Many of the kids that were at my old school would be there, some of whom I have very distinct,.
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