Rate this story I would like to tell you about my Auntie “N”. This is a true story and happened in the 60’s. When I was about 15, my Auntie “N” came to spend a couple of day’s with us. As was the rule, I was moved to a mat in the atic, and Auntie “N” slept in my room. I had to wait for her to leave the room to get my clothes and get dressed. One Sunday morning as every one was getting ready for church, I slipped into my room to get some underwear and clothes for...
