Aunty Teresa ( or aunty T as i call her ) was my mums cousin, she was a few years younger than mum but they'd grown up together and were like sister. ...he was a very succesful woman with her own company a string of ex husbands and a very outgoing personality.I'd not seen my aunty T for a few years, so when she arrived she commented constantly on how much i'd grown and what a handsone young man i was. As soon as i saw here all my memories of her were confirmed. The smell of Channel no5, hairspray. "Love, you always know the right words to say. That gave me a tingle. I always want you to have pride in me."She smiled again. "I would like to run this morning, shower, and then go in with you driving. Are you seeing Doc Baker today?" I nodded. "You can pick me up when you're finished. I'll try not to get shot today."She took my arm and pulled me around to kiss me passionately. I let her turn me. Of course, I was willing to turn. She was going to kiss me! I saw in her mind that she realized. "I’m shocked to be honest that you felt that way and I didn’t expect you to tell me like that. Btw, your sick! ;)But I’m not going to lie, it’s the reason I went home and I read it and reread it, came twice – how’s that for my thoughts? Lol.Please delete though and don’t tell anyone!!!!! He checks my phone once in a while so PLEASE delete, I don’t think your wife would be happy if she sees that you sent that to me....see you tomorrow;)" As I was reading this message from her, I was thinking. She had no way to know that Leigha and Marty had finally penetrated that barrier weeks before. Although it was "special" it was often enough to be common.In addition to room three, Rhonda was having thoughts about the waiting room, too. She knew which Marty she had left Friday night but which Marty would be back. Four days was a lot of time to think things over. Especially with him sexually tending to that excitable young body that Leigha offered him.She decided against any shock factor. That.