Her limbs were thin and her hair was long and grey and framed her mournful yet small features. Her pubic hair was also completely grey. Her eyes were ...rey and almost transparent. Everything was grey about her. And there was ‘death’ about her too, yet she now wanted to embrace life.“Well?” she said and drew upon her cigarette.“Yes… of course.”“Good. Get your clothes off and make me feel like I’m alive.”And I did. I stripped off and before I touched her she told me it was okay to for me to feel. After bath aunt dressed baby & powered her, she started crying for milk i think ,,aunty said ok let me feed her so i started to go but she said why r u gong stay here for some more time ,,i said I am too hungry so will have my break fast & then come,,,she said dont worry i know u r feeling shy to ask me for breakfast dont worry i understand ur feeling when u saw my milky boobs many times while giving bath 2 baby,,so come u too can feed my breast,,,,,ths is first time I am invited by aunt so. Oh my! She is only wearing a white shirt and some panty; I think. I take a slip of the wine and it is sweet with a deep and pleasant smell.“Can we go to the TV room? I just wanna sit down,” Brooklyn requestsWe enter the TV room. The Chaeif family is really loaded: they have the biggest house on our block. Both Brooklyn's parents are investment bankers. I never understood why she stood why she went to Realton Legacy when she could clearly afford better alternatives for High School.I sat on the. I rotated in my spot, turned back towards the table to where Pippa should be so that I might mouth “It’s Jimmy”, might gain some indication as to what I should do, what I should or shouldn’t say, but I never completed my turn, never caught Pippa’s gaze, never mouthed words and gesticulated with lips, eyes and hands because Pippa wasn’t there … she’s here, pressing into me. I’m trapped in the right angled corner of the worktop, Pippa’s hand pressing firmly at the juncture atop my thighs, her.