Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai ki kaise main unhe dekhkar unke baare mein sochata rahata tha, “Kis tarah main unka chumban karoonga, woh bina kapdon ke kais... lagegi agar main unki nangi kamar par haath rakhoonga to woh kya karegi,” In sab khyaalaat ke saath main hamesha chachi ka baare mein sochata rahata tha. In sabhi baaton ko ab kaafi time beet chuka hai aur iss dauran chachi ke zindagi mein kuchh aisa ho gaya jo nahin hona chaiye tha. Itni khoobasoorat biwi milne ke baavajood chaacha kisi aur ke. I will call him "Les" for that reason, in respect for his privacy.So, I told Les that this, like all of my stories was pure desire and sadly fiction. He asked why I didn't use Craig's list. I had been testing the waters there but the few I contacted wanted a quick blow and go, giving or receiving. I want something more. Not in a car or rest room either.Well he admitted to being a long time practicing bisexual with a place in a city I knew. I decided rather quickly that this would be the time to. The owner just smiled and gave him the spoon he would need, he took it and gave a nod and left. Just outside was a bench, the only one in the area, it was where he had locked his bike; he sat down and began to eat. It was just an automatic action, spoon to ice cream and then to mouth for his mind was struggling with the knowledge that he had to return to a toxic marriage, a marriage that was just held together under the understanding that it existed only on 'toleration'. Many times he had asked. "Play with your tits. I want to see them close up on my desk."Lucy was confused because it was her father talking to her, and because of the drink he was acting like a stranger and not like a father at all, and yet she had to obey.It was there in the fifth commandment, and so Lucy did as her father asked her. She undressed and lay across his desk, with the cold hard wood chafing against her back and her tits poking provocatively into the air.She did it nervously, self-consciously, leadenly.