I tell you a story of a girl in her early teens desired and preened by an overly attentive uncle, the heat of her first bleeding, throwing a different...light on this old man, perhaps a bit too old to still sit on his knee, but his desire in her early years, could be clearly felt as it was maneuvered between her tomboyish bum cheeks, I laughingly add, I did all the maneuvering. I was a naughty girl back then, sexually aware for one so young, then again watching your mother being fucked, taught me. I had no real need of women in my life and steered away from dating and such as the weeks turned to months and then months to years. As she got school age I sent her to public school knowing the value of the social interactions there better than most. She was, I boast, smart as hell and did well. Her eleventh birthday came and I got her her first real bicycle as well as her first bra with a real cup. Though she had enjoyed riding the tike type of bikes since barely after she learned to walk, we. Where did you hear that at? John asked with surprise on his face. From Kim, I replied with a smile. Did she tell you who it was? John asked looking at me seriously for the first time that night. My heart shattered into little pieces when I heard him ask me that. I thought if she has a name it must be true. The smile that was on my face earlier fell from my face as I hung my head down turning away from John. No she did not tell me her name, I replied sharply and smartly while hurting at the same. It had them to work the grief, and uncertainty, out of their system and, afterwards, they had settled down into the new routine of their lives, and managed to reclaim some degree of normality again.As summer had turned to autumn, and the falling leaves coloured the landscape with their rich golden, red, and brown colouring, the mood around the family seemed to change again - there seemed to be a pervading sadness that was gradually creeping in to the whole family's sub-conscious. This feeling.