She checked her watch u*********sly, but had to double take when she realised the display was wrong: 4am, the same time she’d boarded her train. The...stupid thing must have stopped. She cursed softly, and dug her mobile phone out of her bag. It took a moment for her to realise that it was blank too; no, not blank, the phone was on but the details on the screen made no sense – no time, no network display, despite the full battery level... great. Shoving it back into her bag in annoyance, she. She sat me in the warm fragrant water,and told me sit there for a few minutes, allow the hot water to soothemy aching muscles, and sore bottom. She left the bathroom, telling methat "Mommy would be right back." I relaxed and replayed the day'sevents over and over in my mind. Could I go through with this? Could Ireally pull this off? Did I want to back out? The truth was, that evenwith the pain of the evening, I loved being dressed in satin and lace,and adored being loved and cared for. The. That action gave me courage, it means my aunt does not have any objection but she is scared of the relatives. My Aunt lost her husband in the accident but her age must be 40 at that time and had grownup daughters. We never discussed, what happened that night but I was getting closer and closer to her, particular looking for time to spend her when she is alone. I use to take her on scooter for any reason and try to spend more time on roaming on the street. One day I took her to a see a under. “Stand up you fucking moron! Why are you so obsessed with my ass?”, I scolded him gritting my teeth.He stood up and I saw that the bulge on his pants was bigger than before. I slapped him, quite hard and enjoyed the way his skin felt on my hands. I thought of him as a squishy soft toy and wondered what to do with him.“Are you drunk, or do you always behave like this?”, I asked him for the heck of it.The muscular freak showed me some photos on his mobile phone where he was surrounded by several.