She’d just have to say she had a prior commitment, and hope he picked another night. Why was she acting like this, anyway? It wasn’t as if he was ...he last man in the world. “Hello, Miss Francis, did I lose you?” “I’m sorry. No, I was just thinking that…that…that I would love to have dinner with you tonight. Should I meet you somewhere, or will you pick me up?” “I’ll pick you up at six, if that’s all right.” Jack laughed nervously. “I guess the address in the phone book is right?” The evening. You know, get rid of my belly."He stood sideways to show his sister."Your baby-bump, you mean. Gerry, I was out to here when I was pregnant,just like you. Now, I'm back to my old size. It's just diet andexercise." She moved the baby from here breast to her shoulder to burpher and stood, her blouse hanging freely, both cups of the nursing braopen exposing her entire torso to her brother, who was quite used tobeing eye level to the breasts of either his wife or sister."Ah ha!" he shouted,. Shewas worried about Lila's threats of a whipping tomorrow if Armand'sgracefulness was not judged sufficiently improved by her training.Armand-in-Lila considered spoiling it for her, but decided against it.Apart from trying to kill him, she had done nothing wrong. Well, apartfrom jerking him off his feet several times on the way back to Lila'schambers.His train of thought was abruptly broken when Lilianne pushed a handfulof rags between his legs and wiped him vigorously where he had neverbeen. Today was a big day. His aunt had the evening shift at work as a nurse at the local hospital, which meant she was at home the whole day and his uncle would leave for work soon. Then he would have Aunt Heather to himself. He brushed and showered, cleaning up in anticipation of intimacy. Donning jeans and a casual shirt in case his uncle was still around, he headed downstairs to the kitchen.Heather was daydreaming, thinking of ways to fully capitalize on this naive eighteen year old nephew of her.