He not only complimented, in front of a full class, my 'cool, alternative taste', but used Google Images and his encyclopaedic mind to give an enthusi...stic talk on Mod culture of the 1960s. From that day, I wore that parka with pride and even began exploring some of the music of the scene. The snide remarks didn't exactly stop, but I stopped caring and began to curate a version of myself I believed in, not one that others expected. I often think back to that small act of kindness and the man. In fact I’d argue that where there is an age gap it’s more exciting and heightens the pleasure for both. My philosophy is what adults get up to behind closed curtains is their affair provided it is consensual, legal and doesn’t harm innocents. But I digress, back to Aunt Rose.She whispered in my ear … ‘Oh Bill will you be my secret lover’? ‘Yes Aunt Rose I would relish fulfilling your fantasies and taking you to new places sexually’. We shuffled our bodies so that we were lying sideways facing. I had the frame fitted and it was covered with a khaki cover.We went into the house and had breakfast, before we got down to the serious business of packing everything away and fitting him out. I noted he had been sensible and fitted himself out from an ex-army store and the clothing was robust to take the rigours of where we were going. He had also provided himself with good SV boots and well dubbed as I saw, which would help to keep the water out. I had to give him credit, he had been very. Are you any good, little president?" He looked up at me with a smirk, again mocking my name somewhat. ---I'd never been around Arab people. It was something strange to me. His voice; deep, thoughtful, but also relaxed and completely in power. It was an accent I'd never heard and it had a lulling rhythm to it that made me sleepy. He was easy enough to understand, comfortable with English tones and phrasing. But something about it let me know he was a man used to people complying to whatever he.