"Fucking little cunt." I pushed up further off the seat supported only by my hands. My left hand started getting wet from the spreading pool of piss."...orthless piece of shit! Christ it reeks!" She made a hard right turn into a supermarket parking lot to the blaring of horns. The piss soaked jeans were already cold against my leg. I could feel the shit in my underwear slosh under my ass. Some of it was starting to inch out under the elastic leg.Aunt Fox pulled into a handicap spot right up front. There was naught we could do but to keep her well fed. She was healthy and strong, refusing to take to her bed for the last months as English women did. She and my other wives kept each other's company.I kept to the forge and the glass house for labor. The throwing and pressing of glass plates and goblets consumed my time. Who would have thought that Cherry wood does not leave an ash that interferes with hot glass? Who would have thought that without an annealing furnace all thrown glassware. I squint up at him, silhouetted in the filtered sun,and smile at him adoringly, like a supplicant to a Greek god. From afar,I hear a voice call my name."Mr. Flowers, what is it about this Fibonacci sequence that you find soamusing?"I look at the white board. I peruse the bewildering equation, and thennotice my livid teacher. Mr. Knudsen is an Iraqi war veteran whosescarred face and amputated arm match his fearsome bad ass Marineattitude. I dread detention with Knudsen, plus a walk home in the. "Say now....I turn you on then do I?" I was lost for words and just replied blunty "yes jessica." I was in too much shock to react. "awh, and is your erection for me?" My face was bright red and I was dreamy staring at her eyes and she did the same. "it is jessica." I was so love struck, never have I felt so aroused. Jessica then said something I wish I could have heard in real life, she giggles and says "take my hand." I took her hand and let her lead the way.All I had my eyes on was Jessicas.