I think the worse insult at that time was to be called 4F. In all honesty, it was even worse than being called a "Faggot". I wasn't quite sure exactly...what a faggot was, but I knew it had to be bad because it almost always started a fight.My Aunt Charlotte was not a big woman.In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow. “We still got calls from a lot of places but they were down to once a week from each of them.”“It picked back up Saturday,” Liam added. “Your appearance in public stirred up the interest again. Then the New York papers picked up the story about Miss Larimer’s apartment and the shift of operations to out here. I think you know how that played in the tabloids.”“Yeah,” I said with a frown. “I used one of my contacts to get that cleared up – not that it mattered. I would have gone through you guys. As I stepped in the water scorched my back and I shouted. This shower is always too hot. I turned down the temperature and began to let the warm water take me away. The streams massaged my neck and back as chills went throughout my body. Yes, this was nice and very relaxing. I then took the washcloth, lathered it up with soap and began to clean my body. Starting with my large supple breasts, I cleaned myself for what seemed like hours. The soapy cloth made its way down my stomach, to my special. Boring without you.She : I know why you are getting bored.Me : huh… Why..She : to whom you will share if I am not there… Haha..Me : (gave a naughty smiley)She : tell me do you have gf?Me : yes aunty.She : what’s her name?Me : I told her name only.And she replied with a blushing smiley and said she had some work and left.After this conversation, she started to chat with me so closely and she said she was afraid to behave naughtily with me because my grandparents may see.I told her we can have.