"Are you trying to get caught?" she cautioned."You heard your Mom. It's okay if I play with your tits."Sara sighed."She did," I insisted."It's just so...strange."Sara sat up, put her hands behind her back under her shirt, and then put her hands into her sleeves pulling her bra out without taking off her shirt. How the hell did she do that? That was an amazing trick. Sara lay back down and grabbed my hands putting them back on her tits.I was happy!"It's just so strange," she again. Listen, you are a handsome man. And you’ve always been sweet to me, which has always made me hesitate around you. And, to tell the honest truth, compared to your uncle, you are a much kinder man. And… you have a, um, much bigger, uhm…Penis?She looks down at her boots. Yes. That. And, and…Where she was going was no mystery to me. My uncle although a great guy, could be harsh and insensitive. And for a woman like my aunt Sonya to be treated like that bothered me. It always did. I knew. Grannies house is only a two bedroom and my grandparent have their own rooms so my Grandma volunteered my house for Sharon to stay during her 5 day visit.When Sharon arrived all the family came over with some kind of dish and we all gathered in my kitchen to eat and play cards and just catch up on old times.My brother popped open a bottle of rum and Sharon asked for a drink. My grandmother said "Sharon, are you going to be ok"? Sharon replied, " I'll be fine, I'm not driving and I'm in for. Elizabeth's perversity was an open secret, never discussed, but always shared. The gardener, an old Cuban named Jorge, had thought such behavior typical of the bourgeois and invited only bad luck. Rosita had laughed at that, having been the wife of a convicted felon for many years and finally a widow when he'd died in prison. She knew well the pleasures a woman needed, even if men like Elizabeth's husband did not. Her own distractions had not been so different, once upon a time.But now, as Ted.