This is based on a true story. The evening was peaceful. Snow fell like heaven on the window as thunderstorm crackled in the distance. I grew sleepy,...I fell in a slumber. The night shone . Moonlight shon. Sleeping, I felt a presence stroking me between my thighs. It was aunt Kim, I saw threw slumber eyes. Falling back to sleep. Her growl unmistakable. As I felt fingers slip between my thighs. And Twirl . Her finger slipped deep in my vagina. ‘ ah mystique ‘ she whispered. Twirling herself to. "Aren't you too young to be interested in sex?" I asked. Unfortunately, Gabika understood the words "sex" and "music" and made the connection. She seemed upset, but since everybody laughed, she joined us."I'm 18 and my sister is 19. In Costa Rica women start having sex at a young age." Her "r" of "Rica" rolled off her tongue like a pretty melody. Despite her Latin drawl her English was perfect. Esmeralda's sister was five tables away, kissing a young boy. "Does your sister have a boyfriend?". The contrast with my sister's panties was striking. They were a bigger size, and much sexier and more feminine. Made of white satin they were more lacy, and although a bigger size than my sister's much skimpier, with a high waistband but with the legs cut away at the sides so that the hips and the lower part of the buttocks would be on display when worn. I untangled the panties and gasped audibly at what I saw. A long thick smear of green discharge ran the length of the crotch. In fact longer. And then it was the Christmas holidays ‘93, and I reluctantly accepted an out of the blue visit by mister Paskin in the first week of December: I had a feeling.“I know you wanted to fire me, but I’ve kinda been ignoring your order,” he said.“You work for the bad guys. That makes you persona non grata, I think is the legal term,” I said.“I work for you. The bad guy, as you call him, is paying me, but he would be anyway; I’m on retainer. Hate him if you want, but leave me out of it. I stared at.