That is when Aunt Jeanne came up with her outrageous idea."You could be your brother's partner," she said. "You know all themoves and you have that e...tra flourish that could be an advantage." Nice idea," I said, "but I don't think to men dancing together have achance of winning." Well, there's no rule against it," she said. "But that is not what Iwas thinking. You would need to appear female, at least in front of thejudges. To keep it in the family you could be my daughter, come in tocover. . had sex?" Aaron clarified. Marion jerked a nod. "Several months, from a 'professional'. Several years, since I've been with anyone with whom the relationship wasn't... commercial." Me, too," Marion supplied. "With me, there haven't even been 'professionals', only the occasional toy..." She blushed. "My daughter and her boyfriend have a... really healthy... sex life. I haven't interfered - in fact, I helped them start out - but it's like sitting through a triple feature of porn flicks, tied to. I have to say that Jane looked a bit ragged, she must have been in her mid to late 40’s, her short hair was dyed black and there were visible signs of greying.She had an old tee shirt that she obviously slept in and the lack of a bra showed her saggy tits beneath, she had a pair of PJ shorts on and there was no visible panty line and her legs seemed too skinny and she had a pair of fluffy slippers on.As I waited I looked around the room, very few furnishings, an old 2-seater sofa which I sat on. "Evening love," said the now familiar voice. "I brought you a littlesomething. Not too much but enough to keep you functioning so you don'tpass out again. There's nothing more boring than humping an inanimatelump of flesh."I wiggled around until I could get a look at my captor. As I'd alreadyguessed, he was heavy set. Shoulder length black hair framed a face thatlooked to be hastily slapped together with thick slabs of flesh. Bushyeyebrows overhung small beady eyes. A razor thin scar zigzagged.