I was on the signature card, so I could use those checks if necessary. Before I left, I thought that I should check the balances in the accounts so I ...ould make arrangements to pay Bert back.The teller pulled up the amounts and wrote them on a note pad and handed me the sheet of paper. I looked at the numbers then looked at the lady. "Are you sure about these numbers?"The teller rechecked the three accounts and said, "These are the correct amounts."I wandered over to some chairs by one of the. My reveries and musings, half daydreaming of long ago were shattered by the cry of my companion, "Race ya!" And she was gone - hoofs thundering, raising the dust from the dryish soil below the blades of grass. I laughed as I spurred my eager horse on, laying along its neck, half standing in my stirrups as we took off in pursuit. The few seconds she had gained by springing the surprise on me gave her twenty, maybe thirty yards head start, but my pony, a hand or so taller, was not going to be. She then starts, provokes me, curious to know if it's what she suspects."What was? Talk!" Nothing, no. I'm not well today." Are you sad?" Yeah."She takes off her glasses and comes, passes her hand in my hair and I try not to pay attention to her stuffed bra. I look down worried about the erection that's starting to leave me for no reason."You need it, don't?" What?"The looks cross, sparkle. My breathing picks up a rhythm and she fixes a lock of my hair. There's a smile, a mixture of innocent.... That moment played in my head today, 13 years laterWhen i found a secret folder on our home computer.Now just to make it clear, aunt Angie is a very nice person, she always smiles and gives me long loving hugs when i see her, my mom has a complicated relationship with her, but they are as close as sisters can be."Never trust aunt Angie" i kept thinkingAs i examined the biggest collection of porn I've ever seen, it has to be Aunt Angie's.My aunt has been staying with us for a year now, it's not.