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As a 13 yr old boy, I frequently spent days at my “aunt’s” house since both my mom and dad worked full time. “Aunt Kay” was really no more than a very close family friend (someone my mom grew up with) who lived only a few miles away. She was divorced and her only son was already graduated from college, so she lived alone in a very nice home on 2 acres with a great pool in the backyard. Many afternoons Kay and I spent hanging out, swimming, sipping drinks, and listening to music. She had a