Aunt Marie My Dirty Girl
Aunt Marie My Dirty Girl After many years of being away I came back to my hometown and looked up my Aunt Marie. I was sixty-two and she was sixty-nine years old. She looked fifty and she was a very doable sixty-nine too. She sure liked her wine though. She offered me some but I told her that I no long drink, having given it up many years before. I spent an hour mostly complimenting her on her beauty and talking about all of her husbands, her two children, and her grandchildren....