’ ‘Do you also have hairy bits Jane?’ asked Diana. ‘Not as hairy as you but pretty hairy, I shaved in case John thought I was a monkey.’ She...admitted. ‘Mabel’s cunt is hairy, although her pubic hair is so thick and golden that it seems more like fur than hair,’ commented John as he played with Diana’s anus. He was pushing his finger into her bum and feeling her anus grab it, he would then pull it out and repeat to process. ‘What are you doing to me Jonny, it tickles,’ said Diana giggling. ‘Oh. And there she was. Directly across the hallway in my guest room sitting back on my bed… Aunt April. [END Chapter 4] Chapter 5 Consumed with fear and anxiety, I quickly stepped out the bathroom into the hall. Closing the door behind me, I hoped Nicole wouldn’t notice her mother. How long had she been there? Why didn’t she say anything? Would she tell my mom? Questions raced around in my head with no answers. Aunt April stood up off my bed folding her towel across her waist. I was. I was caught up in the moment, and did not even think to look for Tammy, as I dutifully shuffled behind Poppi, holding her hand.She led us to a quiet area, away from the party, that looked out over the Caribbean. The moon was out and left a sparkling glow on the water. She leaned against the rock wall separating the grounds from the ocean cliff and pulled me to her. Poppi quietly leaned in against me and whispered, “it is my job to keep you entertained tonight, so Rolando and his guests can. My photo in the paper was sufficient to prompt several relatives to come forward and own up that I was one of their clan and the arrangements were made without my consent because my eyes had a certain blankness that preempted any discussion.You can call me Honey, but my real name is Patricia Westminster and for most of my adult life I was addressed as “Lady Patricia” by friends and strangers alike. I always felt a little foolish being called “Lady” because a lot of the time my thoughts about.