The eleventh number belonged to N. Borden."Mrs. Borden? I'm looking for Eric Borden, age 20, he attends school..." What's happened? Is he all right? W...o is this, please?" Mrs. Borden, I'm Nat Tucker, your son is a friend of my daughter, Janie. They are fine as far as I know." Mr. Tucker, why are you calling?" Mrs. Borden, your son and my daughter are on their way to your ski-lodge in North Conway and I..." Ski-lodge, we don't have a ski-lodge. We have a summer cabin on a pond, near North. I looked around and then saw his Aunt was standing at the door to her bedroom holding her shirt in her hands in just a white bra and tan pants. I was stunned a real live woman standing in front of me in just a white bra that I could see dark shades of her nipples. She was 39, which was 27 years my senior, I couldn’t stop staring and I’m sure my face was beet red. She smiled and pointed to the bedroom across the hall. I dropped the k** off and by then she had shut her door. Over the next few. I just couldn't go inside." "That is a wonderful effort. It deserves a reward," I told him. He flushed. "I don't need coffee this morning, do you?" "No," he said. "I'm very awake." We went into the kitchen together more out of habit than anything else. I unwrapped the blue scarf from the flowers and laid them carefully on the table. "Take off your clothes," I told him. This time he didn't hesitate. In a few minutes, he was completely naked in the brutal sun, looking almost comfortable. I'm sure. Sinskey," a female doctorsaid to me, "the process is painless and you will be out of here in notime." As she said this, one of her assistants was spreading bright bluelipstick all over her plump lips. Before I could utter a retort, theblue-lipped vixen gave me a full-bodied smack on the kisser. Shock,bewilderment, but mostly exhaustion overcame me as the anesthesia-lacedlipstick seeped into my blood stream and knocked me out cold.I was awake, but in my own room? I recall going to do that.