Uncle Ray constantly seemed in need of a good shave; whenever he greeted Amy with the obligatory peck on the cheek his bristles would irritate her sof... skin causing her to wrinkle her nose at him. He was currently wearing blue swimming shorts and a white, plain tee shirt. Amy smiled at her Uncle before paddling doggie style towards the edge of the pool. “Aunt Marie and your Mum and Dad have gone down to the village for the afternoon,” he called. “I said I’d keep half an eye on you.” Uncle Ray. Very useful, in point of fact, and a month after Octavian seized control, he commanded my presence. I weighed the advantages of how I should present myself. I had no clue as to his character. To the plebs he appeared as a dynamic, hard driving leader, not as charismatic as his famous uncle, nor was he as militarily gifted as Marcus Antonius. Everything I could learn told me that here was a man of force and presence. I pondered what that meant, and finally presented myself as a demure young. (When he died after prison five years later, no one bothered about his death. In fact, most who gave it a thought at all said, ?Best thing, it should have happened years ago.) So far, he had attacked three women?beat each one up. One went into the hospital. But he thought it time to move somewhere else to make his attacks. He moved across town a few miles to where Julie?s office was. For two weeks he waited in the shadows, watching the coming and goings. Once, he went to make a move on a nice. I immediately pulled my mouth aside. Mom again inserted her nipple in mouth and said, “Son, I was not hurt. The scream was of sheer joy. I told you, they are all yours. You can do whatever you want. I love you, Sonny.”I kept on sucking her nipple, encircling my tongue around it and biting it a bit occasionally. Mom was already moaning.After some time, Mom said, “Sonny, now the other.”I moved up in her lap. She pulled down her bra over her boob I was sucking and pulled up the other side. Again,.