I pay the driver and we go in to the house, after five minutes of rooting through her bag, she finds the key and lets us both in. She leads me upstair... shushing me as we go up “my daughters asleep ssshhh” like I care, as soon as my balls are emptied a satisfactory number times I will be gone my whench I thought. We get to her room, it’s a messy disorganised room, and she puts a soft lamp on.“I’ll be back in a mo, I need a piss” she giggles and stumbles to the toilet, I’m deciding on getting. "GO AWAY!"Aunt Joan caught my hand in mid-swing, took hold of the other one, thenspoke very softly, but in a way that reached through the rage and fearswirling around me. "Bobby, I realize you're very upset, but if you tryto punch me again, you'll get a sharp swat on your backside. Do youunderstand me?"Even though I heard her, it took me a while for what she said to sink in,and a bit longer for my head to clear enough to remember how to nod."Very good. I'm going to let go of your hands now. Are. I was almost home and just had to go. It was late. As I came out I passed a short but quite handsome man. In his twenties with dark hair and eyes that were piercing as they looked into me. I knew he wanted something. He went inside and I headed to my car. I waited. Several minutes later he came out. I had my window down and as he passed in front of my car I asked, “How are you?” He stopped and came up to my window. “You looking?” I told him that I was but I was not doing anything. We had pani puri and then she asked me to sit in the garden which was exactly behind the pani puri wala. We sat for 10-15 minutes and then she offered me to have my drinks at her place as her husband was out of town for almost a month. I hesitated but she convinced me. I did not have any bad intentions nor she did.We went to her place and it was like a dream home for me. She changed and we started having drinks together and she asked me to sing few more romantic songs. After singing few she.