I was 13 years old when my Aunt Janie came to live with us temporarily. Janie was in her early thirties, single, and nice looking. I liked her, and we talked a lot, not anything erotic or even suggestive, mostly about sports and what was happening in the news. She was assigned the bedroom down the hall from me, a bathroom between our rooms. I would hang around my door when I knew she was going into the bathroom, especially when I knew that she would be taking a bath, going down the hall in her bathrobe,
