5/5 - (1 vote) When I was 14, my parents went away for a 2 week vacation and made arrangements for me to stay with the next-door neighbors while they were gone. The neighbor had a son close to my age, that I was good friends with, so it wasn’t bad for me. My friend’s name was Dave, and he lived with his single mother who I called Aunt-Karen. She wasn’t my aunt, but that was how I had been brought up to refer to her. Aunt-Karen was attractive, although certainly not beautiful, and was probably in her mid to...
