I heard her bop down the steps, and breeze into the kitchen wearing a thin, flimsy summer robe. She held her long, wet hair in both hands, fluffing i... out to dry in the hot summer air. “Well, good morning Beth,” I choked out, as I watched her bending over in the fridge, looking for the juice pitcher. She ignored my greeting, and filled her glass in silence. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, which seemed to annoy her even more.“Not now, Uncle Bill, I’m really not in the mood,” she responded. "I'd already told her about Gail. Gail was also married, but her husband had long since quit fucking her, he was in his mid-eighties, 25 years her senior.So that's the way it went for several months. I would role play with her as she fingered herself, and she periodically sent me pix of her playing. We'd masturbate and see who could last the longest while talking the dirtiest ... you get the drift. She might have been cheating; I sometimes did, but what the hell.I even went to see her, stopping. His eyes flashed open and he froze with fear that the older man's time had already come. The moment he dreaded was upon them, but he realized that the sound he heard was in his room. Confused, he rose up on one arm and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. There was a sharp intake of breath and then silence."Christine?"The word hung in the wintry cold air of the room like an icicle from the eaves of a roof before the soft reply came."Yes, Erik. It is me."A soft sniffle sounded."How long have you. " Yeah." I nodded sympathetically, he was pretty nice, I thought. "My friend was sposed to be here too. I don't know where she is." Really?" He frowned a little, as if it were no big deal that he was alone, but it made him sad to know that I was by myself too. "That's too bad." We shuffled forward a couple feet. "What college do you go to?" he asked me."What?" I laughed and he blushed a little, looking confused. "I don't go to college..." Oh. I thought you said you..." I go to the middle.