Aunt June was the only family they had and, while she'd felt it was her duty to take them in, she was also glad for the help they gave her in running ...her store. The fact that the store was out in the middle of Catlin County, thirty miles from just about anywhere, didn't mean business was slow. After all, everybody living within ten miles was also twenty miles from just about anywhere. So there was a fairly constant stream of folks coming in and out. But to make any real money, the store needed. "Now remember my rules, no rubbing or getting off!" (Groan) "Yes mother!" "Now," she smiled as she put her soft hand over his whitebubble butt, thinking how nice and pink it would soon be,as she picked up her little notebook she kept for his weeklyreview. Occasionally slapping and pinching him, they discussedthe things she had noted. Late with the laundry, sloppyonce with the ironing. His snooty sister saying he wasdisrespectful. He always responded with an admittanceand a nod, anxious. From the men, I received a few gestures insinuating I was a bit limp wristed or gay because I enjoyed giving massages, but on the other hand I’d bet most of them wished they could get the girls to lie down for them as easily as I. Because of the aura of men as a masseur, I devoted my practice to mostly women. Also the men who wanted a massage from me usually were gay or at least bi-curious. It was awkward for me as well. Most of them were looking for some sort of sexual massage, and if I was. "She is adorable, Vi." I took her hand. "And you seem more relaxed than this morning." I'm impressed," she replied. "I think you were more engaged with Phaedra in one afternoon than Dwayne was the whole time he lived with us." I told you -- I love little girls." I know you have. What I don't know is how you learned to interact with them. You don't have kids of your own." No, I don't. I do have a niece -- Chrissy. She's about twelve now -- she's my kid sister's daughter. During her senior year,.