I didn’t want to have the conversation I knew was coming. The urge to get away was strong, compelling, and near irresistible.But I was trapped.I was...on my bed with my aunt perched on the edge between me and the door. To get away meant scooting along on my arse to the foot of the bed or barging her out of the way. Simple enough I suppose. But what happened then? I could get away but couldn’t avoid her for long. My Aunt Janet was staying at our house. Even if I ran, what would happen after?I. Her lack of enthusiasm meant that she was punished from time to time, but no more than most such slaves. Meanwhile, she had little time for looking after her offspring.Fortunately for the baby, there was a five year old orphan girl in the harem, Princess Marianne, who was going through a phase of being extremely interested in babies. She quickly annexed the new arrival and treated her as a doll to be dressed and undressed, fed, bathed, and generally mothered. As Marianne was the daughter of one. "Yes," the blonde answered cautiously.The woman glanced at her partner before turning back to Erika, "Very good. There has been a mistake made when the estate was disposed of, mainly, several books that Mr. McQuade had borrowed from our client and had not returned to him before Mr. McQuade had passed." I see," Erika said, "And do you have a list of titles? I can set the volumes aside as I sort through and give you a call back if any are in my purchase." Actually, there is only one title we have. It really all started when you told me you were going to be attending alone and well……”. The sentence drifts off into more laughter and I know the truth.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The rest of the drive is uneventful. As we approach the outskirts of Brisbane Jen directs me to pull into a huge shopping mall.“Seeing as I tricked you into thinking you were only going to be away from home for 2 days, I guess we had better get you some more clothes”. I normally hate.