Ever since we moved our Wednesday night sessions inside, sitting and having a drink together was how we chose to start our evenings together.Tonight, ...she got right to the point, “Did you do it?”“Uh-huh.”“Then, no second thoughts?”“No.”She raised her glass, “Good. Here’s to one more try!”She settled in alongside me, we clinked glasses and drank a toast to our latest attempt to fix my problem. The nice thing about being intimate friends was that we could talk about things – anything – even topics. I asked him if he liked American women.“Si,” he responded in Spanish.I brushed back my hair over my shoulder with my hand and asked him if he found me attractive. I was nervous as hell.“Yes,” he replied in English. “I love American women.”Our conversation was rather light. He said he had been working as a landscaper for about ten years. His family was still in Mexico. He had a daughter, Silvia, who was ix years old.“She is with her mother in Mexico,” Jose said, fishing out a photo from his. My aunt was tired, and she went to the guest room to sleep.I was confused, I didn’t know what to do, But I wanted to fuck her badly. I went to my room and called her. She received my call.Me: I miss you. Can I come to your room at midnight?Aunt: Rishi, are you mad? I cannot do this anymore. Let us stop it here. What if your Mom had caught us while we were together?Me: Aunty, sorry for what happened. I was unable to control my desire. I will never repeat this mischievous act again when someone. "I'll download the comm picture stream for your father to see but I'm not sure whether he will be pleased or sorry for you." It was the first communication they'd allowed me and, because I was still in the clinic, I was still naked. When I suggested to her that father might have influenced my getting a more severe thrashing than everyone else, she looked thoughtful and said, "He hasn't said anything of course, but he did make a phone call to the prison while I was driving you there and of.