Sunday turned into Monday, which turned into Tuesday and then Wednesday. I hadn’t even shaved and ate so little. I still felt nauseous inside. By Th...rsday I started to relax somewhat, a little less concerned about the police, but still not dismissing that possibility. I hadn’t been shot, so that was also reassuring. I showered and shaved, made coffee, even had some breakfast and tidied up the back yard. I still felt incredibly guilty and debated whether I needed to move, which seemed to be a. The junkshop girl used to ignore me, as I'm sure she ignored all the tire-kickingcustomers. She probably doesn't have many repeat customers though, or evenrepeat fake customers, and lately she has smiled shyly at me when I enter. Shedoes not speak, and I don't really know if we even speak any languages incommon. Her long light brown hair is always pulled back into a loose ponytail,her generous mouth pursed shut.Like the shop, my girl is assembled from random parts. She got her long, bumpednose. Bob asked me if I wanted to pick someone out, I replied, no you make the pick first, OK he said but first lets just have a relax in the hot tub and see who takes an interested in us, fingers crossed then we don't get the ugly munters I said.We started to look around and Bob called me over, do you like him he said, I looked through the glass door, a large chubby muscular man stood with his back to us, he had one foot up on the bench and he was massaging his calf's, his big white arse sent. My Aunt towered over her, her large dark nipples contrasting against the fair skin of her big breasts was both a huge turn on and slightly intimidating. I couldn’t even imagine what I was about to get myself into, but I knew that I might never get this chance again and it that it might be the pinnacle of all of my fantasies. I uneasily approached my Aunt, who was glaring down at her daughter, and as I came to eye-level with her she simultaneously grabbed her daughter by the hair, forcefully.