I spoke slowly, more carefully than I usually did, but that was all. Aside from the good-time buzz, of course.And any way, the party had ended. I had ...hought we would go on until dawn, but they were too impatient, unable to pace themselves. Well, I supposed they were young. I was always careful when I drank, priding myself on my self-control in all areas of my life. I'd never had a hangover, but from the sore and shabby state of my friends that night, I knew more than a few of them would come. Most of the class were nodding off as usual. Even Tami and Robbie, who shared a lab table with me and Luke, looked zoned out.It's not that biology can't be interesting—hell, I was in my third year of research on female mammalian mating habits--but Mr. Bower had a monotone voice and never got excited. I doubt he could give a word inflection if he wanted to. It was a good thing his tests were straight out of the book or everybody would flunk. And it was a required course.For once, I was wide. “Hey guys” she said. “You want to go see our hill now?” Becky asked. “sure” she said, turning off the tv.She grabbed a hoodie, and we walked out to my hummer. Luckily it started, did not over heat and turn off, or catch on fire, so we were lucky, and the girls got in. My hummer was connected a trailer with an atv on it, just in case it broke down in the middle of nowhere. We continued north on the trail, past the well and past the yellow barn. Once we got past the yellow barn it was an uphill. To describe my Aunt, shes 5'2, just turned 40, 34d chest, size 14, and average build. She has blonde hair which is dyed, blue eyes..So without wasting further time, lets get on with the story...It was November of 2009 and my Aunt was moving home having split with my uncle and finding a place of her own to live. Being the good nephew I didnt think twice when she asked me to help her move and seen as I was doing nothing anyway, agreed to help her out. The day itself was a cold one and when she.