“That’s better. Now you get some rest, your mom is going to be home in a few hours and you will need your rest tomorrow. Good night Lisa, and go...od dreams.” Gwen began to shift herself to get up, and I held her right hand. It was moist. I looked up at her, my face well lit by the hall light, and said, “Show me how to do what you were doing…please.” Gwen paused. She looked at me and leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then, she sat up and said, “I really can’t do that honey. I am not. To start with the story the names have been changed for privacyMoina was my aunt’s caretaker and they use to stay about 100 km away from my house they use to visit our house every now and then as both my mother and aunt are sisters. My aunt had kept Moina few yrs back as she had no family to take care of her.We both were somewhat of the same age but before I never had any sexual intentions towards her. It was only during my teens when the hormonal reactions are at the peak level and the source. He was passed out on the chair. She nudged him a little and he awoke."Here's your supper. Eat a little, you'll feel better," she told him. He took one look at the tray and knocked it out of her hands, it and its contents spilling onto the floor, soup and crackers, hot tea all over the place. What a mess! Now she would have to clean it up. "Would this nightmare ever end?" she asked herself.He staggered up off the chair grabbing his bottle of scotch with him and went upstairs into his study. She. Before I could know it, the same guy grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Do not make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly cried in tears. "Just please do not hurt me…”He let me go and I quickly handed over my purse, removed a gold chain necklace and a few rings, handing them over into his waiting hand."Is that all, bitch, just sixty bucks?" He asked after looking inside my purse.He looked at his friend, who nodded his head.“We can make a deal, if you.