Right?Later that night while we were laying in bed, I broached the topic of Nick's breakup. My husband said, "Yeah, it's a sucky situation. I feel ter...rible for the guy. He's been through a lot with her." Right?! He really has! I'm so upset. They were so good together. I just wish there was something we could do for him. I really, really wanna make sure that he's okay." I said."Yeah, but what can we really do? It's just something he's going to move on from. I just hate that we can't even go see. After that incident I was always waiting the opportunity to secretly look at aunty, during the daytime she always wore a sari, and a low cut blouse that showed her generous cleavage, at night I always stayed awake to secretly get a look at her changing into her nighties.At school I was the shy type and would listen to the senior students who say how easy it was to see the boobs of their mum or aunty or sister given the opportunity. For me this was a new experience and I wanted to see more, I. There was no need to speak in whispers, for the older Barrett woman had assured her middle-aged male friend that her daughter was safely out of the way for hours yet."When she's out with that hippie of hers, she's never back home before two or three in the morning," Kate had said with the censuring tone of a mother."What on earth do those kids find to do for all that time?" asked the nearly-bald man through an absent haze that the half- bottle of Scotch he had consumed had done nothing to. She seemed to be taking an interest in this tall man with blond hair and was clearly a bit rough and ready. I didn't think much of it initally as she was a nerdy type with her brown hair and glasses and always did well in school and never in trouble.After a while and a few more beers I noticed that she had disappeared. I went to the toilet and noticed behind the trees this guy and Nicola kissing. I couldn't believe it but was transfixed as his hands started to wonder around her lovely size 10.