Eventually I looked beseechingly at uncle and for the first time that I could remember his face was as black as thunder, not with anger at me, I suppo...ed, but more that he had not been the first to shoot into my mouth. Both men played with my body for a while and then I left, slightly perturbed by how the visit had ended up.Now it seemed to be an unwritten rule that I did not visit uncle on two consecutive days, I did not know why but had always left it for a day or two, this time though it was. To keep being honest, I was sending her home just to remind her I was in charge. It was a chickenshit thing to do, on reflection, but some macho part of me demanded I do it.“Okay,” she said, as if it didn’t matter to her where she spent her day. “I need a shower anyway. I’m all sweaty.”As if her words were magnets, my eyes dipped and I saw a runnel of sweat obeying the law of gravity as it slid over the tanned skin of her exposed chest, on its way to a resting place between her breasts. I. She dropped it on a chair and stood in front of him in her nightie, nervously. “Well?” she said, doing a little pirouette. “Fantastic. Come here, you.” She got under the covers and they embraced. He gave her another kiss and said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you much better this weekend, you sexy little thing.” Then he turned over and turned off the lamp. Beth was a little taken aback, but after her long day she had no trouble getting to sleep. The next morning they took their time. It was still there, but only because it was enclosed in a box of transparent plastic. The girl was staring at it and hardly noticed her boyfriend’s approach.“Found you,” Paul called out as he walked to stand beside her.Paula threw her arms around her lover and hugged him tightly.“Look at this,” she told him, and pointed to a plaque on the front of the plastic box. Paul read the caption out loud.“Here, in this hut they built with their own hands, Paula Akron and Paul Macon lived together alone,.