Then it happened.On a quiet street, lined with houses in varying states of disrepair, the engine cut out completely and would not restart!She released...the bonnet catch, got out of the car, opened the bonnet and stared at the engine. As she did so, she wondered why she bothered; she didn't understand the first thing about internal combustion engines, but it seemed the right thing to do. Just then she became aware of someone else beside her on the pavement."What seems to be the trouble, lady?" a. I soon became aware of her intentions. In the heat of that pain and humiliation, I started to think in a cold, sly and wicked manner. I started deriving pleasure from that licking. A mean, shameless, opportunistic and scruples less side of me surfaced in response to my aunt’s new character. I suddenly stood on one knee, took my aunt’s hand, kissed it saying, “Mrudula Aunty I love you”. She was shocked and taken aback by my statement.” I love you, please love me back, I will do whatever you. Cheerleading had helped her slim down to more modest proportions but last time I did laundry I noticed she was still a healthy C cup. Good genes I suppose, her mother had always been very attractive and for a man my age, I was still in great shape with broad shoulders, big arms and peppered hair.We lived about twenty miles from the School and a lot of times my daughter would doze off on the way home. She worked so hard at cheerleading I'm sure it was quite difficult to stay awake after going to. To top it off she has a large pair of breasts - also very visible thanks to the tight tops she always wears. In the past we've simply said hello if we passed each other on the street, perhaps a polite nod if we ran past each other but little other interaction. That was until last week. Last week my world got turned upside down. I was out for my run, the weather was hot and I was thinking about a big meeting that I had planned for the next day in work. Because I was so deep in thought I had.