After breakfast my uncle told me to dress, that the man wanted me to accompany him somewhere. I don't even think my uncle knew where the stranger was ...planning to take me, he didnít seem to care, regardless., maybe he was relieved that he wouldnít have to look at me when we would share the morning chores.Our destination in his jeep was the Nazi military encampment on the outskirts of the village. Reels of barbed wire surrounded the compound of tents and artillery vehicles were parked as far as. “Well, just as long as you’re sure.” So for the next week, after I had finished my job I would go to her house and fix whatever I had to. I never asked for pay, just experience so I co do my job better. I will admit that I had an ulterior motive. I’ve always had a thing for older women, and she was just perfect. Helping her meant that I was close to her and I could always imagine what she looked like underher clothes, picture her and me in scenes from porn I’d seen. But after a. ..A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. “You all have obsessions,” he observed.To the first mother, Mary, he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”He turned to the second Mom, Ann: “Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”He turned to the third Mom, Joyce : “Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child’s name, Brandy.”At this. Holy shit!"I jumped, like out of my skin. My face turned red as a beet and quickly I moved the magazine to hide my hard-on. She was still wearing that same knit dress. She never changed before we went out for brunch; half of the people in Church went to the same restaurant for Sunday brunch. All right, I exaggerate, but not by much. To repeat, I'd often seen the way men and boys alike had leered at her body and it made me proud. All those times that I'd dreamed of her naked body (not that I'd.