We slept late into the afternoon and I gradually woke up to find myself being gently fondled and caressed by Aunty Barbara. As she realized I was awake she asked me if I had had a nice sleep, I replied “Yes,” and then thanked her, although I have no idea...

This story is a work of my imagination and is fictitious. When I was nearly 18 and a year into my apprenticeship as a carpenter, things at home were not great. I was desperate to leave home but did not earn enough to rent anywhere decent. While I was out...