“Auntie Hattie, I had forgotten that, but yes I remember now,” I responded.“Timmy you are the spitting image of your father when he was your age... So tall and handsome, I would have known you anywhere,” she said.“That is very kind of you Mrs. McGuire, I mean, Aunt Hattie,” I replied.“Please come to my house and visit with me, we have so much to talk about,” she said,Aunt Hattie lived next door to us, and I was wanting to see the old home place, so I readily agreed. I offered her a ride in my. He loved her this way, warm and secure right against him. His slid his hand down her tight belly, and hooked his finger into the elastic rim of her panties."I'm actually pretty tired," she said."Yeah, me too," Stephen replied. "Sweet dreams."And he rolled over and went to sleep.But she did not, she wanted to, but she couldn't. She went downstairs and poured herself another glass of viognier, thinking maybe more wine would make her drowsy.She found herself sitting alone in the dark, sipping the. Obviously she was less concerned with that appellation than he was."Second, the only reason I didn't respond as you expected is because something wonderful has happened." Okay," she said again, though with less worry in her voice. "But just so you know, being your fuck toy ... if I was your fuck toy ... is pretty wonderful to start with."The simplicity of her point of view was both startling and made him feel like he was being a Scrooge. He let the tension out of his shoulders and. My folks are all in management, and things like that never came up in their discussions. Not that I’m saying it wasn’t a problem, but they never discussed it where I could hear them,” I told her. She just smiled.“You want to come up to my room, and I’ll explain it to you. I saw all kinds of problems when I worked in the mines at home,” she told me, and that’s how I learned what room she was in. It turned out to be on the third floor of the building, and she hated it, she told me.“We don’t have.