The water and shit mixture flooded out and all over the floor. (I’d planned on this, as I would simply spray the areas down with the hose and it wou...d flow down the drains I had in the floor. Only when she felt her bowels being emptied did she wake from her slumber. “Oh my fucking god! Oh my god! This is disgusting!” she screamed. I simply giggled, glad that I was humiliating her. She knew nothing of humiliation; yet. I then sprayed her down with the hose, consentrating on her slowly. "Well, something awful happened today and I know your are going to be mad," she said in a whisper."Ok," I said. "Tell me."She took a large gulp of her wine and then placed the glass back on the table."There was something in the mail today," she said. "A picture of me taken a long time ago. A picture that I didn't know about or even suspected. I was at this frat party and I got more than a little drunk." Ok, I get the picture," I said.Wrong choice of words, I know."Look, the sender of this filth. The other house guests were diverse but depressingly much younger than he and it made his mood even sourer as the evening wore on.He wondered why she had invited several young and nubile females from the city and that they all wore the skimpiest of costumes that inflamed male passions with the briefest of glances.After a sumptuous dinner to which he had no ill regard, they all retired to the large salon with the huge fireplace and sunken "conversation pit" that reminded him of a Roman arena for. What she didn’t imagine she’d see was her aunt, who she had only seen totally covered, dressed in nothing more than expensive black silk underwear, knickers and bra. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up underneath her, her bushy hair cascading free over her shoulders. Aunt Salim greeted her with a smile and no comment and the two of them continued to watch the television programs that were on. Amna soon came to understand that her aunt habitually spent her time at home dressed.