I could move my elbows, but not my hands or lower arms, they were held tight.I pulled at my arms, struggling. I’ve never felt anything like it. The ...slight panic from earlier was growing. This was NOT what I had expected! “Alan!” I cried.“No point in struggling, you won’t be able to get them loose,” which made me struggle all the more, trying to pull my arms out, but like he said, I couldn’t get them loose, not even change their position. The material just stretched then pulled my arms right. Titch was over the moon about them. “They’re brilliant, Boss,” he enthused, “we were doing 50mph on the road back without any effort and the four-wheel drive climbed sand dunes with no problem at all.”Shaun looked at the little trucks painted in American olive green. It could seat four. The windscreen would have to go, he realised, the glass could reflect light. The patrol gathered around it whilst Titch recounted its capability’s. “Well the first thing is to paint it.” Shaun said.“I’ll have to. My little secret, my "Otherness." I know, baby, I know what you're afraid to tell me. I want it. I want all of it." Her voice was husky and rasped with passion.Before I could say another word, she'd gripped the back of my head in her hand and damn near shoved her tongue down my throat. I've never been kissed like that in my life. I could feel the room start to spin.The alcohol sang its sweet song to me and washed over me like an ocean wave. My dress lay in a puddle at my feet. A fire was. Maybe one of the aunts Was getting busy with some guy? It was too much for me not to investigate. For years this had been a question and I couldn't pass up being the one who could answer if the aunts got fucked regularly or not. So creeping from my bed I opened my door and headed down the hallway to my aunts room. The old doors, with giant keyholes were my friend tonight as I slowly drifted to my knees and pressed my eye up against the hole. What I saw almost caused me to fall backwards but I.