She whispers, “Fast learner.”She takes a drink. I recover and sip my drink. Ok, I gulp it down. I know I’m beet red and my pants seem too tight ...nymore. She takes our glasses, washes them, and puts them on a rack to dry. She stands on her tiptoes, leaning over the sink, looking out the window. Her husband is hard at work with what appears to be half the engine disassembled now.Me, I’m looking at her back, ok, her bottom. Her light dress is shaped to her butt as it sticks out. The hem of her. I expected her to be feeling guilty, quiet or to be acting strange but she was the complete opposite, talking to me like it was just another day. Either she was too drunk to remember what I think she did last night or she was good at covering it up. She then asked me if I minded her going out again tonight as her friend Joanne was having marital problems and they didn't have time to talk about it last night as it was too loud in the pub and other friends were there.I said I didn't mind and that. Every once in a while, if it was a pleasant night, I would sleep out on my deck on a double lounge chair. Tonight was perfect weather, so I grabbed a light blanket and a pillow and stretched out. There was no moon, so it was quite dark, and after looking at the stars for a while, I fell asleep. I don't know how long it was before a strong smell of pine woke me up, but when I look around, I see nothing and fall back to sleep.I dream that someone is gently caressing my body. I feel something. Whenever she was in the house I started glaring at her. She also noticed my intention towards her. One Sunday she came to my house. My parents went to some function my sister also went with them. this was my chance towards my mission.She didn’t know that my sister was not at home. I asked her to stay in my sister’s room and I will bring something to drink. I took mango juice from the fridge and poured it in the glass. While giving it to her I intentionally poured some on her. The juice was all.