“How many people are they looking for?”“I’m not sure. Do you need a job? Won’t it take away from your precious masturbation time?”Aunt Peg...y guffawed from around the corner. “Okay, you can stop listening now, Aunt Peggy.”She peeked around the edge of the refrigerator. “Sorry, but that was funny.”“You and your aunt seem to have an interesting relationship.”“We’re very close.” Jack was being vague. “When you’re done with the interview, maybe you’ll have time to stop back here before going home.. Quickly I grabbed my camera (I was a keen photographer and used to use the bathroom as a makeshift darkroom), tiptoed upstairs and caught them: she was naked on the bed and he was fucking her senseless. They didn’t see me straight away so I had time take several photographs to record the scene for posterity. The Old Bitch went white as a sheet when she did see what was happening, and started to shout and plead that I mustn’t ever tell father about this: she grabbed her clothes and made to cover. That started him wondering what he could do differently, if he was, in fact, being given a chance to start over. The first big hurdle would be getting reacquainted with this era. Dealing with his parents should be easy; or so he thought; his years since he left home had changed him and given him a much better appreciation of what his parents did for him and a realization of how poorly he'd acted. Oh, he wasn't bad, really, but he could have done so much more to make their lives better, as well. "The Gunny nodded. "Not ribs. Corn on the cob, sure, maybe shrimp?" At Lenore's eager nod, he grinned, knowing her love of the shellfish. "Okay, peel-and-eat shrimp. Breaded chicken fingers? And yellow rice?" And a salad," she finished, "with a mustard vinaigrette." I think I know just the wine," he said. "Only four-ninety-nine a gallon, and that includes the wide-mouth screwtop for easy pouring." They laughed together easily."I'll start after we run, and everything will be chill, except for.