“It’s okay.” The sound of urine splashing into the toilet resonates throughout the cubicle. She’s holding onto me for dear life, her body foet...l, knees drawn up, thighs squeezed together with a hand trapped between them, her whole body shaking as she releases her bladder. Unthinkingly, I stroke her hair, my mouth open yet silent, even its simple mantra stilled, my ears full of the sound of piss showering the porcelain, my distracted mind attempting to piece together just exactly how a normal. No one had ever accused her of anything even remotely criminal in nature and she was shocked to her core that this man might think she'd do something underhanded like that."Search us then!" called out an even younger girl behind Sunny. "Come on, we're not criminals. We just want to see Grandpa."Denny kept his cool. The nurses and doctor were still hanging around, not quite in the group, but not far away either. The doctor looked at his watch and frowned. Denny didn't want the situation to get. My mother was gasping for air but aunty was not in a mood to release her. I went and asked aunty to leave my mom immediately but to my surprise aunt got my mother’s lips out of her moth which were bleeding but dint released her grip of legs. My mother again started shouting and crying loudly but aunty put her hand behind mother’s neck and close her moth with the tight fist and started hands mothering her. Then aunty opened her blouse and started showing me her huge breasts which left me in a. The doorbells chime echoing around the empty store.I wanted more. Her scent, her taste, the texture of her hair. I wanted more. As I lay in bed that night, she was all I could think of. I didn’t have her phone number and the frustration of not being able to send her a text exasperated me. She’d put herself out there, then walked away. Was she testing me to see how I’d react?Two days later, I was again in the shop. I’d been there all day, painting, and I was tired. Behind me, the door opened,.