Father's profligacy at the Whist table, and his early Death from consumption (by which I do not mean the Disease of that name, but that he was consume... by a ravenous Hippopotamus at an exhibition of the Royal Zoological Society, after drinking too much ale and tumbling into its pit), thrust my Mother into a position which I despised bitterly, that of serving as mistress to Lord B.As a young girl, I was often harsh and insulting to that kind and gentle man, and I see now that he loved Mother. I have an aunt who is a widow having 1 child who is 2 yrs younger than me. My aunt’s age is about and my word she is super duper hot and stunning. Huge books and slim figure are her look amazing. She lost her husband and 4 yrs back. Since then I have been craving to have sex with her. And I also knew somewhat that she also must be hungry for sex as she has been deprived for it for over 4 yrs.Now the imp thing was how to seduce her and have sex. Her son goes to job Môn to Sat, so I knew I had to. I lived in a small, isolated town in an isolated state. There was no public transportation. If you didn’t have a car you were pretty much stuck. Fortunately you did have an alternative so hitchhikers were a common site on the roads in those days. We never heard about any killers or anything. However, you never knew who was going to stop (if anyone at all) and I was soon to discover that every once in a while you’d get picked up by someone with sex on their mind. Nevertheless, hitchhiking was. You see, we're all slaves to our beauty sleep, or in some unfortunate cases, our grumpy sleep."John had long since resigned from his quest to muscle any answers out of his brain, but the words kept floating up to the surface of his thoughts, like the small pasta numbers and letters in alphabet soup."We all have a separate room in our houses, just for sleep. And we go there everyday, like clockwork, or good catholics going to church every Sunday. We go to our bedrooms, we take of our clothes,.