AUNT JUNE COMES FOR CHRISTMAS As a sixteen year old boy my testosterone was on a rampage. My crushes on pretty girls and endowed women were unbridled. My main crush, was Aunt June, sexy, stacked, around thirty, great legs, and best of all single and fooled around. Or, so the family stories went. Once, when dad was asked by mom;”what should we get June for Christmas?” his reply was; “get her a gross of rubbers she’ll need...