Following my divorce from my first wife, I met and married Casey. Casey is ten years my junior and has a daughter. Her name is Tia. We both raised Tia...from a gangly young girl of nine to a lovely young woman of twenty one during our twelve year marriage. Casey decided for reasons unknown to me, her family or her friends to hook up with a convicted drug dealer and bi sexual truck driver. Not making this shit up folks. She divorced me and moved out of state. Tia and I had always had a close. .. I'm sick. What? No, I'm not that easily discouraged, noo..." I danced on my tiptoes.The alcohol had soon done its job, my headache passed and I was steady on my feet, talking full load of nonsense. It was going to be another psychedelic solitary night, but I soon remembered of my plans to visit the young woman in her room. I took one last sip, and threw the empty bottle on the bed. I realized that she had been dressed quite strangely and that was a good chance to put on something. “I get real feelings about boys.” I just looked at her with a blank expression. She sighed and sat up. “What I’m trying to say is, why?” I thought that was the end of her explanation because she paused for a few seconds. “Why what?” I frowned, still not catching on. “Why Jenny? And why not me?” she confessed. I was crestfallen and couldn’t help but move to wipe away the tear that rolled down the cheek as she said those last three words. “I... er... I...” Lost for words; completely and utterly. Me: its okay aunty, I’ll eat more. Nuts and dry fruits will keep me strong aunty. Sometimes I shag more than 8 times thinking about you in a day. It okay aunty. . please do it one more time. I wont ask you again.Uma: where are you learning all this? Okay go to living room. I’ll come.Me: No aunty its okay we will do it here. I want to fuck your mouth standing like this. More over you are in the middle of cooking. Now you do my business and I’ll do yours. I mean cooking.Uma: hmmmmm. I think you.