Sure, shecould get mad and yell, but she wasn't scary. I knew she would neverhurt me. Over and over I would think why couldn't Dad be this way? Whycou...dn't he be relaxed and leave me alone.Of course, we talked about it, Mom and me. She assured me over and overthat he loved me and was only hard on me because life was hard, and hewanted me prepared to face it. That reminds me; his next favoriteexpression after "thenk!" was "You think the world owes you a living,Timothy, but I'm here to tell you. “Sam, are you okay?” she said, concern evident in her tone.“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. She nodded, but did not look convinced.“I need to use the bathroom, okay?” she said.“Uh—it doesn’t smell too good, why don’t you let me flush again,” I said.“Don’t worry about that, I’ll flush it if it needs it.” She was already striding down the short hall to the bathroom.“She was in there for what seemed a long time, but in reality was actually only a very few minutes. And she had flushed; I’d heard it.“Sam,. I unzipped my zipper, pulled my underwear aside, and my cock flew out; then I reached down and grabbed her leg, trying to push it upwards. She fought it of course, pushing her leg downwards making it harder. With enough strength, I heaved her leg upwards and pushed her foot on the sink shelf. My dick was getting hard and turning red with semen leaking from it. She caused me much horror in the previous dream, so it was time for her to return my favor. I slowly bent down and grabbed my dick,. By the time we screeched to a stop, mythroat was sore from screaming at near misses with the bed, dresser andother bedroom furniture and my stomach ached from laughing in between."Cori! Bobby!" Aunt Joan yelled from the other end of the house. "Quietdown in there. I'm in the middle of an important phone call." Sorry, Mom." Sorry, Aunt Joan."I was still giggling when Cori rolled me in front of a small clutteredtable with a mirror attached to the back. "Whew, we made it just intime, Baby. Now you.