One day a distant aunt came to our house. She had some problem with her children and wanted to stay with us for some time. She had lost her husband at...a young age and was alone with her youngest daughter.This was during the Christmas vacation. Naturally I was asked to vacate my room for her, which at first irritated me. At this she said, “Kutta, you share the room with me and I will tell you some interesting stories.” At this I agreed half-heartedly.That night, after dinner I went to sleep. “Was wünschen Sie mich tun?” What did I want her to do?I thought and translated it in my head and said, “Entfernen Sie Ihr Hemd.” Standing up she pulled her blouse up over her head and undid her bra as well. They dropped to the floor she revealed her tiny, yet pert and beautiful breasts. They were the smallest breasts I’d ever seen, but with her height they stood very cute and upright on her slim frame. It produced a more unrealistic upturned look, not that full sagging balloon look I'd. I reasoned that even if she was at university by now, which was her parents' plan, it was summer vacation, and she would quite likely be home. I parked my Mini within sight of the Parr's driveway, and waited with a dogged patience I never knew I possessed. At about 5.30pm on the second day, I saw a small pretty teenage girl with feathery blonde hair framing her doll-like face, wearing a pink mini-skirt and strolling down the road swinging her handbag idly, then veering into the Parr's short. Now if I went down for a stretch, who would get custody of Bridget? Yeah, you've got it - Emily. So I had to be careful about what I told her. Look, I've found myself in a very unusual situation that left me trusting very few people. Regretfully that included the one person who I wanted to trust me again. You try to get your head around that little problem?It was about three weeks after my first meeting with Pat in the Pub that his phone call came. Although I'd told him to use the new mobile.