We removed his blindfold and untied his hands. We offered to let him eat anyone else, except me, as a reward for his guess. Because it took two people...for him to get it right we told him that if he wanted a hand job he could do it himself.Annie told him if he needed to screw someone she would volunteer. He was embarrassed this time and declined. He told her he would love to but not with an audience. She didn't offer to go anywhere else so I think she just wanted to show off.We still had a lot. HIgher and higher they both climbed towards their climactic peak, growing louder as they went. "Oh, Mrs. Atkin!" Stephen yelled out, lost in the throes of mismatched passion. "Ca... Call me... Muriel," she said between laboured breaths. "Oh, Mur... Mrs. Atkin!" He refused to admit to himself, even now, that he was sticking it to anyone old enough to be named Muriel. "I'm going to come; should I pull out?" A instinctive and, in retrospect, stupid question. "Don't you fucking dare," came the. "What now?" she whispered."Yeah, just a quick one, come as you are," I said."Well I don't know," she said."Good, let's go," I said taking control and steering her out to my car.I bought her a double G&T and we sat down in a dark corner."So tell me about yourself?" I asked. It was like extracting teeth; I thought my best strategy was to get as many G&T's down her neck as possible to loosen her up. After the third it seemed to be working, she even laughed at one of my less than clean jokes, I not. She then went to kitchen. I felt sorry and so I followed her to kitchen and said "aunty — please don't get angry with me — and I don't want to make you sad — so I will now itself ask her to go away from here". Aunty then said "very good — now itself go and ask her to leave immediately — and also tell her not to come here anymore till you go from this place". I stood hesitatingly and looked at her in confusion. Aunty remained silent and I also stood silent. After a minute aunty said in a low.