Perfect.He starts out predictably asking me to have a seat, without even looking. At first he was taken by surprise, but i was already kicked back in ...he recliner, smoking my joint with my other hand down my pants. The look on his face was worth the first parole flop.He tries to introduce himself for the sake of the show but i cut him off. I knew exactly who he was as i stared at him with smoldering eyes. This put him off track so he tries to continue his spiel by asking me why i came here. I. He looked up as we entered the room throwing the magazine on to the floor. I could see the front of his shorts grow a bulge as he looked over my half naked body. "What's going on?" He asked.Mom left me standing in the middle of the bedroom as she said. "Tell him. Tell your Uncle Henry what Mrs. Thompson caught you doing." Mom sat down in a chair facing the bed.I didn't know what she expected to say but she raised an eyebrow at me. "Go on. Tell him what a slut he has for a niece."That caught my. I gave him my number...thank you Jay. you have 1 minute to prepare yourself and then I shallcall you. if you have given me the wrong number you will never hear from meagain...One minute. Yet it felt like an hour. I watched the second hand spin roundon my watch. My heart was pounding away. What would he say to me? Whatwould he sound like?My mobile rang - 'number withheld' - he was being careful - I had given upcontrol over my phone to him, but I would not know anything about him.'Hello' I said. In trying to work out what was and wasn't appropriate, Alan invertedlythought back to his time as a male and what he as a man would haveexpected a girl to be wearing. Alan's views as a male were at best oldfashioned, deep down he thought women basically only existed to pleasuremen. A thought crossed his mind - maybe this was him being punished forthat sort of chauvinistic attitude.Back when Alan was a man, he'd insisted the women in his life dress toplease. He expected his girlfriends to always.