Auntie Mary Part 2
This story follows on immediately from ‘Auntie Mary (Part 1)’ There was silence, except for the continued sobbing of Nigel. Mary looked down at me and it was hard to read her expression. Was she impressed, disappointed, angry? Some combination? My face really was covered in Nigel’s spunk. There was nothing in the room I could really wipe it off with, except my clothes and I didn’t want to get them covered in it, so, I stood up and wiped it off with a finger as best I could and then sucked my...