His skin was nearly the same color as the sheets on which he lay. I focused closely on his facial features then quickly let my eyes move to the girl s...tting next to him and back again. There were similarities; the sharp high cheekbones, narrow nose, firm jaw line, graceful neck and the spacing of their eyes. Hers though were deeply blue, while the boy's were a very pale gray. Her long thick hair was dark brown, nearly black, while his was a deep, dark red, almost copper colored.The boy stared. Dad too seemed to be growing more and more withdrawn. We decided to takehim to a doctor and the prognosis was not good. After some testing, it wasdetermined that he had undergone some minor strokes which accounted for thewithdrawal. It became evident that he would need some assistance in comingdays.Once home, Mom and I talked about a strategy for caring for Dad. She wouldcare for his diet and I would care for his physical needs, bathing,exercising, and general rehab. These began almost. It was at one such party that things got out of hand. Normally we would drink an have fun before the sex begin. This night the guys kept passing me glasses of beer mixed with hard liquor, it wasn't long before I was totally wasted. I could barely stand less lone walk, a couple of the guys had started to make out with me. They would kiss me lightly on the ears or caress my thigh, stroke my arm, to see how receptive I was to there advances. Some how my tennis and socks were removed an a little. I don’t have an 'Aunt Jane', but I could guess exactly who was standing in my reception. “Ok Emma, I’ll be along” and made the short walk to the front area of the office where a splendidly dressed Jane was standing looking rather solemn. “Jane......are you ok” I said actually worried for a second. “Aunt Jane please”, she sternly replied, the school teacher in her I assumed, before sadly announcing that her ‘sister’ my make believe ‘Aunt Geraldine' had passed away suddenly that morning. “Oh, Mr.