......................................................................................................................................................................................................................Over the sound of the radio I heard the back bedroom door open and my aunt's low laughter, followed by Jack's muted voice, then heard the bathroom door close. A moment or two later, I heard the shower begin to run. My stomach gave a little churn at the thought of them together under the. Thewoman had thin, dyed blond hair and stood with a stoop. She wore a t-shirt with a print of a dolphin. Underneath were the words ?MiamiSeaquarium?. They had faded so much she struggled to read them. The oldguy, Jon, wore a short sleeved dress shirt, buttoned up to the top.She took both their hands. ?Are you the grandparents?? They bothmurmured something in what she assumed was agreement.?Mrs Beauchamp is through in the kitchen.? McDormand held up his arm. Shedidn?t like how close he was, or. Concentrate, Maria, I told myself.But Kevin didn't make it easy. He was getting close himself now, and wanted to weave a little verbal abuse into the mix."Are you getting butt fucked, Maria? Huh?" Yes." Are you enjoying it?"What was I going to say? "Yes" Tell me you want it in the ass."Shut up, I wanted to say. Just let me get myself off so that you can have your way, and we can be done. Instead, I played along."Yeah. Fuck my ass. Screw my butt hole. Jesus, you're so fucking big..."I shuddered. It didn't take long for silliness to start. The union man assured management that the accident was due to the poor design of the foot brake of the Bristol vehicle I was driving at the time. As this assertion was maintained with more and more vigour I ended up laughing out loud, much to the consternation of my defender."You find this hearing amusing David?" Asked the Personal Manager."Not the hearing." I replied. "But the inane excuse. There are thousands of Bristols in use throughout the.