Aunt Candy gives her nephew a special present on his eighteenth birthday
After dinner at my brother’s house to celebrate my nephew’s eighteenth birthday, the birthday boy, Tony, drove me home. I’d had some wine that night, so that’s what I’m blaming for what I did next. If I had to tell the truth, though, I would have to say it was because I’m a nasty little wench. As we drove toward my house on the outskirts of town, I placed my hand on my nephew’s knee. When we turned onto the driveway leading up to my house, I moved my...