.. wouldn't you at least try that on for me? Justthe shirt?"I could see him weighing this... as long as he got to keep his pants on, hefelt fairly saf..., and I knew he would be planning on fantasizing about thisfor months...I took his hand again, and started towards my bedroom in a business-likeway. Not being able to organize his thoughts into coherent objections, hefollowed.I brought him over in front of the closet, then turned to face him andgrinned. I slid my hands under his shirt and. “You’d like it”, she said, looking at me intensely. “What’s the supposed to mean”, I said. “Nothing”, she said, “It’s just like really fun and stuff”. “Ahaha” I said, giggling. “But do you think you’re a lesbian?” I asked, “Maybe”, she said, I don’t mind looking at girls. “Can you not be mean about it though”, she said. “Okay, I won’t be mean about it”, I said, laughing again. “Stop laughing!” she yelled, hitting me on the leg and leaving her hand there for a little too long. “I like looking at. No, Dan, please God, Mom did not hear that. Mom froze too. Dan continued, "I know it's a sin, but it feels so good. I know it feels good for you too. Right now I want to feel good with you, Aunt Hayley. Because I love you." There was a long pause. Mom spoke slowly, "so, what do you want me to do?" I could see Dan was choosing his words carefully. "Auntie, I love you and I think you are very attractive. Those girls in college? They don't hold a candle to your grace. Even my Mom, who is gorgeous,. The driving was something I'd been doing for years, anyway. Started with filling in for a buddy when he wanted a break from his cab. Got to know the whole area pretty well. (Around Detroit, that also means knowing where you DON'T want to go.) Moved up to limos on airport runs for hotels and conventions while I was still on the line.I got some repeat customers who started asking for me by name and wanted to know if I could drive 'em around town, too. So it wasn't too much of a gamble when I quit.