Let me start off with the fantasy and I will bring it back in the story. It wasn’t so much of a fantasy as a mental image I have held onto for many years. When I was about 8 years old I was staying with my grandmother and my aunt was also there. I was asleep on the couch in the living room when I was awoken by her walking through the kitchen to go do some laundry. When she was standing at the washer she had her pants unzipped because she was about the throw them
