Billy wanteddesperately to fuck his aunt, but he also wanted to avoid an awkward familysituation if she turned him down. She would have to make the fi...al move. Billdecided to grab Tracey’s legs and put them on his own. No explanation would beneeded, he assumed. Traceyfelt an electric jolt as Bill grabbed her legs and brought them onto his lap.She was surprised, and excited, when he kept his hands on her smooth legs andbegan rubbing them. What a sweet boy, she thought, to keep his aunt warm…. ‘Aye weel,’ said Robin, ‘this’ll no pey the rint, as we say at sea. Perhaps we can get Juliet and Juliet back to their destroyer, where they can brighten the holds and storerooms with their canoodling, and get this floating soap opera out to Nat Palmer (whoever the fuck he was) and his damned land. Onywye, I’se gangin’ back tae me kip, eh fucking what? Good bloody fucking night, or morning, or whatever the Hell it is.’ Margarethe rose quickly. ‘That’s the second time you saved my life and my. .. ' she shook her head. 'Oh dear. You've sensed something though, haven't you? Don't say there's a jinx, please. After all, the place used to be a funeral parlour.' I did not know how to respond to this. She turned to Jeremy. 'He's not keeping anything from me, is he?''Ben wasn't hinting at anything being wrong, Alicia. It's his sense of humour. You'll get used to him.''Well, let's hope so. It would be really useful if he could keep shop for me when I go to my Egyptology meetings on Wednesday. "I might not have been the valedictorian, but I'm not an idiot." That's quite true," she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You've done a wonderful job with this whole thing. I'm like your Galatea, aren't I?" Exactly," I agreed. I could look it up when I got home."And since you've gotten me this far," she said, "I think I'll trust you to do the shopping on your own. Now let's get back to the weights."The solution to her problem, according to Becca, was quite simple."Show her the tape," she smiled.