Gradually we able to reminisce about all the adventures we had had. We avoided any mention of Mark. We dirty talked about our days at the cottage and ...he yacht club, Brian and his yacht, John with the big prick, beach boy Billy, Don the 70s guy who fucked Carol's ass twice in the same day. We had loved it all. We missed our adventures but were wary of anything that could cause us marital trouble. We had learned a very hard lesson. We decided we needed a change of scenery. We rented a cottage in. Of course, with us present in the room, he wasn't able to take it any further, although he did ravish her with his eyes and tried his best to shove his crotch into her ass.What was surprising was that my aunt was enjoying the sight. Initially, I had thought that she won't like the sight of him trying to buttfuck my mom through the sarong, but apparently she was cool about the whole scene.During the rest of the evening, Mother walked around the house and did all the chores wearing those clothes. That’s when she noticed the chill in the air, and realized the heat hadn’t kicked on because the power was out.Still, she needed something for her headache so she sat up and took two pills. John stirred as the cool air hit him and the pill bottle rattled.“Hey there,” he said, rubbing his eyes.“Morning,” she said, unsure of what else to say. Last night hadn’t quite gone as planned, not that she had a plan, and she was entirely unsure of how she felt or what to do about it. She decided to stick. ****The bank tells me that my card has been frozen because of frequent charges to the card drafting more than the remaining balance. That leads me to ask what the balance of my account is because that can’t be possible. I’m a careful budgeter, and try to be wise with money. Apparently, I owe my bank a few hundred dollars.“How the hell is that possible?” I ask, pacing around the apartment in my bare feet.“You are charging the card when there are insufficient funds –“ intones some idiot on the.