? Her eyes are throwing flames. ?You hear me? Never again.? I look away and shake my head yes, sniffling. ?I think you need to learn your lesson? L...sette, the t-shirt and the bra.? ?Very well Madame.? While she busies herself with dexterity and cuts to shreds the few pieces of clothing I have left to keep my modesty, I notice how much the little brunette looks like In?s, the maid in the movie ‘The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.’ Suddenly, a burning pain, on the left thigh, makes me. Swear it please."I tried to get up and turn around to look at her, but she forced me to remain in the same position."I swear; I'll let you help me." I was kind of worried in a new way now."Your happiness matters to me. And that's why what I have to say next might not be the best thing to say. Did you ever think that maybe she looked so nervous and acted the way she did was maybe she was scared of the relationship between you two? Maybe she wasn't ready for that kind of thing. When she talked. Shortly after the door slammed, Aunt Jane pulled a chair up beside mine and slid into it. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head close to hers, nuzzling me in a way that was more sympathetic than affectionate. I continued to avoid her eyes and said nothing, but she broke the silence. "Honey," she spoke in a near whisper, "there's no need to be embarrassed about last night. What happened was perfectly natural, and I'm glad I was able to help you."I said nothing in reply, and she. We got on the interstate and headed east to our favorite campsite, Mountain Jewel Trails. My mom turned on the radio to her favorite station that played 80's music all day, and I let my mind wander. I began to think about my father. My parents divorced when I was six. They were both 20 when they married and I was born shortly after. They met in college. I don't really know to much about my dad. I only hear from him on my birthday and Christmas. I know he comes from a wealthy family and that he.