I asked what it was, she said someone was coming to visit for a few days. I asked who it was, she said it was a secret. After dinner I went upstairs ...o dress. I didn't feel like getting all dressed up so I put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I went down and sat in front of the television. We hear a car pull up, my aunt looked out the window, she said he's here and ran outside. I peaked out and seen it was her boyfriend William. I had a crush on him for years and was glad he was going to stay. She only objected when other people became involved. Letitia believed quite firmly that love was not something that could be shared, and often told Maisie so. “Oh, Letitia, you’re so boring!” Maisie exclaimed. “Why not join me and Emma? We can show you what love’s really like!” “That must be the greatest contradiction in words you can imagine!” Letitia argued. “It’s one thing for you two to make love as lovers, and another just to have sex with any boy who wants to stick his willy up your bum!”. "But it helps me to explain something. As I have said before, you can be killed here in my world but you are still safe in yours. You felt yourself being hit, yes of course you did, it wasn't painful, but you knew you had been hit." Yes I see," said Bill."Would you like your ex-wife in here now?" she asked."Yes," said Bill, "and can I do anything I like to her." Yes of course," his host said."What about you?" he asked."Me," she said."Yes," he said, "can I do things with you." Yes if you want. An oversize, framed sketch hung on the wall near her computer monitor, and I stepped closer to take a look. It was about 18 by 24, with the long dimension horizontal, and showed a reclining nude. Done in pencil and in the same immaculate detail she'd used for ours, I recognized Yvonne as the model. The girl had tiny breasts, a flat stomach and plentiful pubic hair, with just a hint of the crease between her legs. She was shown partway on her side, eating an apple. An indolent, almost bored.