Diana stepped back and shrugged. “I was just thinking. Sometimes our stuff tastes like whatever we eat. Just wondering what it tastes like when you ...at nothing.” She capped her jab with a disingenuous smile. “Savannah, I know we’ll be family soon with that Masters fetus you’ve got in there. But can you excuse my sister and I for a minute? Family business.”Savannah sharpened her glare until Maddi laid her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “No, you stay in bed, honey.” Maddi said, and then “Diana, we. Dorrie had a husband, his name was James, or Uncle Jimmy. My name is Barry I was sixteen at the time of the story and I’ll start the narrative with uncle Jimmy’s story.Part one: James.My mother would ask me to run errands for her, sometimes this involved taking things to Aunt Dorrie’s house. I didn’t mind. I would always stay and have a cup of tea and a slice of Dorrie’s home made cake. If Uncle Jimmy was there, he would inevitably be in his greenhouse or garden shed. Most other times he would. Her red t-shirt was well below the neck and just above her boobs. If she bent I could see her cleavage definitely. And she wasn’t wearing a bra.I could see her nipples pinching the cotton fabric. I wished I could become that t-shirt right now. She asked me about dinner. I told her I hadn’t had anything. She started to prepare dosa for me. I saw her sexy back from behind. I was very much aroused by seeing her ass.She came here from her home when I told her I am alone. I grew in confidence and. Oh shit, fuck and damn! That something finally came front and center. Tom had asked her to transfer funds from savings to checking last Monday when he called her. He wouldn’t be depositing his paycheck until he was back into town, and their mortgage payment would have come directly out of their checking account on Tuesday. Still, they should have enough to cover the other checks she had written, and check card transactions she had made. Her mind flashed back to the letter from their bank,.