It was not unusual for her to sit holding my hand when she was talking, or when leaning over for some reason she would rest her hand on my leg. I must...admit I liked her touching me.At that time I was still a virgin, not having yet got the nerve to go any farther than a few passionate kisses with girls on dates. She often asked me whether I had any girl friends, and occasionally she would ask me what I did when I went out on dates with girls, and one day she came right out and asked me."Do you. A little wineand a cigarette won't kill you," she said offering me a cigarette from thepack.I had smoked a few times with friends...just experimenting mind you. I didhave enough experience that I didn't cough or anything and it made me feelmore mature to sit smoking and drinking wine with my Auntie while we wereboth in our nighties. By the time I finished my first glass of wine I wasfeeling tipsy. Aunt Hilda put her arm around me and said that she would takeof me and that I shouldn't worry. That’s a promise.’ ‘OK, but this is turning to be the strangest conversation of my life. My worst point is my waist, it’s too thick and I dress to hide that feature. Even with lots of aerobic sessions and dieting, I’m still too thick in the middle. Oh, I guess my eyebrows are too thin, but makeup covers that.’ ‘That doesn’t sound so bad. What are the best things about your body?’ ‘I’m blushing. Good thing you can’t see that. I have nice boobs – not real big but perky and well shaped. Probably. Her smile always made me do the same. I sent her a response. "Yep. Wide awake. How was your day?" "Ugh. Glad it's Friday. I'm free for two days." "I'm free all the time. But you know that." Of course, she knew I was completely retired. "I know." "I spent the day on the beaches. Climbing over rocks and kicking sand. I know you love to do that too." "Yes. I do. Where are you?" She knew I was close. "Just a bit north of San Francisco. I think I could be in your area in about two or three hours." .