They'd displayed for him graphs and charts outlining Flyblown/Sony's suggested marketing stategy and it was all facts and figures, demographs, promoti...nal opportunities, projected sales, blah - it was cynical, in his mind, and utter bullshit. He was a musician, an artist, not a fucking accountant.They liked the song 'Sabra' but it wasn't a band song, they insisted, and better left to a Mick Johnson solo CD someday. It wasn't a 'hit' and the band would have to pay royalties to the songwriter.. Oh my lord. No, please no, she kept telling herself."Go on. Undo your habit" he said almost tenderly.He undid two buttons on his shirt as she watched. Could this really be happening she asked herself Is this really like this elsewhere in other diocese, other parishes It couldn't be she told herself. Her heartbeat rose. She grew more and more frightened of what was about to happen, whatever that was she thought.Again he said "Go on sister. Undo your habit or I'll assist you with it."Still his. Bottoms are there to be made love to." He caressed hers to make the point."Stop it," she ordered. "We've got a busy day ahead of us. There's no time for hanky-panky." Very good, miss. Fried or scrambled eggs?" Scrambled, please. Nothing like variety."They were away by half past nine and were all three back by half past twelve. They all had a drink and light lunch together and then the girls went upstairs to unpack and sort their rooms out. Bill went and did some gardening.At about three Wendy. But it wasn’t all bad, he decided as he dropped his bag on the floor of his aunt’s apartment. He really enjoyed being around his aunt. She was cool, and didn’t act like an authority figure like his other aunts did. After all, she wasn’t all that much older than him. Jessie had been born a good deal later than his mom. At 34, she was young enough to have some of the same interests as him. Maybe the extended stay with her would be fun.That first night, the two of them talked briefly before.