Once aunt left, I had the urge to peek into her boudoir, and there on the bed, was a lovely shade of pink, nightdress. Oh gosh, as I stared at it, but dared not touch it, in case aunt had placed it, in a certain way. I was still with a bath towel around my waist, male sarong style, not female, with it covering my bust. Me: “Yes aunt, go ahead, is it okay if I do this crossword aunt?”Īunt Marilyn: Yes sweetie make yourself at home.
On return, aunt took a shower, and offered me to take one after her, which I did, to freshen up.Ībout an hour later, aunt, telling me, as I was reading a woman’s magazine of hers, that she just be over the road, to chat to her friend for awhile. Then we left, to go for fish and chips, to eat at Tally’s. My valise case (a small travelling bag), just carried my bathroom kit, a few underpants and tops, a pair of blue jeans, a white ladies blouse, full sleeves with a Peter Pan collar, a pair of white knickers and ladies beige slacks, with a button and zip, side fastening.Īunt Marilyn, showed me around and where everything was. I liked the closed in hedges of the lanes, we drove down, were beyond the hedges, laid open fields of grass and crops. It was a tranquil area, and in the countryside.
I waved my mom goodbye. The journey took us about ninety minutes, and arrived in Park Close, a cul-de-sac, with six bungalows there. Me: “Not really aunt, as I was excited about this stay with you. Well we sat down to a meal and my aunt slept over that night, so we made an early start in the morning.Īunt Marilyn: “Did you sleep well Graham, as we got into the car?” Me: “Yes, I will accept the offer mom, and thank you aunt Marilyn.” Mom: “Aunt Marilyn, is here, to ask you, if you would like to spend some of your days off work, at her home.” I know it is wrong, I told myself, but that was my secret. I had always and still am, very fond of her, and fantasized about her, when in bed and in the shower. “Hello son, look who is here.” mom spoke, as I gazed at aunt Marilyn. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice. I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter.
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