Anything ... that would make sense.Something shifted out in the abyss."Hello?" I called out. I could hear the nerves in my voice.The darkness moved ag...in, and a seated figure emerged.The chair was made of a black stone ... it looked like it was made of obsidian ... yet it was too perfect ... too formed to be real.But that wasn't what caught my attention ... it simply registered in the back of my head.No, what held my attention, was that the figure seated in that chair ... was myself ... which. I guess their attraction to me was because they didn’t have any kids and I was the closest boy to them at the time. From the beginning they pampered me very much; I would eat at their place very often, watch TV with them and play with moti all the time. For a 12 year old, I sure was treated like I was 4 years old.Summer was particularly hot that year and I was in my shorts and half T-Shirt that evening. Uncle was wearing his lungi and baniyan and aunty was in her nighty. She was serving us some. "Tricia shrugged. "Well, that's nothing new. He's always watching me."Gus nodded. "True, but he be lookin' at yo eyes more than yo big titties these days. Dat mean he wants to know what you be thinkin'. So he be learnin'." He took a swig of whiskey. "You ask me, he's a damn fool fo' not lookin' at yo big-ass titties," he mumbled to himself.She smiled to herself. "Time?"Gus nodded. "He needs time." He paused, and continued. "Dat right. He needs time to figure out this shit you doin' to. Then the Black stud walked Julia out with his arm around hershoulders, her head leaning against him. Dylan was trembling fromunfamiliar feelings. It was somehow exciting to see her with thatsuperior male. And to witness how she melted under his subtle approach.Still between those two dresses, he held the sleeve of one against hischeek as his other hand drifted downward. Almost without knowing he wasdoing it, he put his fingers against his crotch and moved them up anddown, ever so slowly. .