“What’s normal?” he shouted over his shoulder.“I wish I knew,” Donna answered as she covered herself with the covers from her bed. She rolle...d over and pulled her comforter around her neck and pretended to be asleep. She knew that her mother would be looking in to check on her and hoped that she could be convincing as a sleeping virgin.She heard her door open and felt her mother’s eyes look in as she faked sleep.As she lay there quietly, making certain that she gave the impression of someone. V. Uncle Tom pulled her close and squeezed her little tushie and said she was a good dancer.Soon she was dancing for him every night and he showed her how to bump and grind like the big girls. Then he would pull her onto his lap and give her long kisses. One night when he carried her up to bed he laid her down on the bed and lifted up her nightie and started to blow on her tummy. She started to giggle. He rolled her over and blew on her back and then started to fondle the cheeks of her little. This is Marcus. Who? You remember me - I'm the family friend,Marcus. Yes, that's correct. We've been good friends for a while, howcould you forget me?"This went on for a few minutes, before Marcus finally set down thephone."Who was that?" 'Hannah' stuck his head out the kitchen door.Marcus stood up, "Looks like I've got a special visitor coming over thisweekend, we'll talk about it after dinner."He knew this would happen eventually, and he knew exactly how to dealwith. My aunt was not forthcoming on the subject. No, even more than that. In all my life I have never met anyone who managed to so thoroughly sublimate her sexuality as did my aunt. She was utterly put off by and shrank from physical human contact. My grandmother, a petite lady, who had six children, obviously had a sex life once but she had been a retro-virginal widow for decades.Nor were the nuns of the grade and high schools I attended a source of knowledge; veiled and coifed and draped in yards.