The one thing that was certain, if the last couple of days were anything to go by was that life would certainly be different. Hell maybe being invaded...by my brother — if that was really who he was — would be fun after all.Later in the evening things hadn't improved. While my father was out conducting a little business I was still in a dream as I sat on the couch watching TV and doing my best to refuse Connie's amorous attentions without offending her. Finally I walked out to my panel van and. I knew what she was doing – of course I did. I’m a woman. We all learned that black art at our mother’s knee.‘Are you going to be honest? Are you actually going to stay with that policy? Because that would be different. Ooh, I can’t wait! I never thought you would pull that one.’“No, we parted ways.”‘Oh come on. You’re divorced. So of course you parted ways – you’re dissembling. How many couples do you know who stay together after they’re divorced? Until they’re officially split apart, sure –. I said, fuck it, and dumped the clutch at about thirty five hundred rpm. And that big block came alive! Finally able to use all that excessive fuel! I was sideways up in smoke when I passed that kid and I hadn't shifted into third yet! By the time I hit fourth he was nowhere in site and Lindsey looked like she thought she would die! About a mile from Lindsey's house the carb has flushed itself out and now things seemed to be fine, but soon as I turned down Lindsey's street, it started again,. " I said with a blush as she hugged me tight."Isn't she beautiful, Bob?" she asked her husband."She's lovely." He responded."Give your uncle a hug and a kiss on the cheek."Outwardly I may have appeared calm, but inside I was screaming. Howcould I kiss a man even if it's just on the cheek? But at the sametime how could I refuse? My plan to pretend to accept my fate requiredthat I comply with my Aunt's request.Uncle Bob, the slob, as I used to call him, came closer offering hischeek for a kiss..