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doing?” I asked softly.
    “A scholarship fund. We had no children of our own and in the event of one us dying, your aunt wanted to fund at least one struggling family to help their son or daughter go to college.”
    I felt warm all over. That sounded like my aunt. Always wanting people to be happy. Tears prickled at my eyes and I tried to wipe them away. “Oh, Fiona, you always were the kind to cry at the drop of a hat,” Ruth tsked.
    “Why don't you go and get bent?” I asked.
    “Fiona,” Uncle Ed said lowly in my ear. It was a warning. I could have stopped there.
    “I only meant you're a sensitive type...”
    “And what type are you? My guess would be the buggy type.” Then I laughed, so filled with sadness and jealousy and confusion.
    Uncle Ed's hand came down with a gentle slap. “That's enough, Fiona, go to your room until I'm done here. “
    I stalked off to the wonderful sounds of him placating the irate woman. “I'm sorry. She's really been a bit fragile lately. A lot of confusion, really. School and losing Carole and of course growing up is hard enough, plus I think she has some feelings for someone.”
    Someone—yeah, him. I stood on the stairs, eavesdropping. More thunder boomed outside, yet another storm headed our way.
    “But you really shouldn't have been so damned condescending, Ruth,” he said and I puffed up with pride. Hell, yeah! Give her what for.
    “What? Oh, I didn't mean...”
    “Yes, you did, Ruth. You did. We've known each other a long time and I have to tell you up front, I'm not interested. I've got too much in my head and my heart right now to deal with dating. Understood?”
    “Well, I—um, yes. Of course, Edward.”
    I couldn't help but do a tiny dance on the hardwood steps. My toe caught in the runner and I nearly went down which would have killed me, but it would have been totally worth it to hear him put her in her place like that.
    “Let's move on with the plans.” She said and then nothing but the rustling of papers and murmuring.
    I tiptoed up to my room and flipped on the TV. I peeked out the window at the darkening sky. The red fox looked up from Mr. John's garden and seemed to grin at me. I waved. It went on about its business, I guess searching for small pests in the vegetable patch. Finally, I saw Ruth trot briskly down the front walk to avoid getting hit by the first spits of rain. She was so fucking skinny I wouldn't have been surprised if she could run between the droplets. “Run, baby, run,” I said to the glass.
    My door opened and I jumped. “Oh, hey, I'm so glad she's gone and listen, thanks for”
    Then I saw his face and my stomach bottomed out. I felt the familiar buttery flutter of craving in my pussy and I crossed my legs without thinking, like I had to pee. He was pissed. Full-on angry, his face dark and his eyes a surreal storm blue. They had darkened with ire. He sat on the edge of my bed without a word. I was so quiet I heard the bedsprings groan with the sudden weight.
    “That was not how you were raised, Fiona.”
    “I know but she was just so...” I waved my hands, frustrated. I had no words.
    “That's not how a young woman going into a nice college should act. Or one sharing my bed.” The words hung there in the air, it seemed. Refusing to drop through the ether. They hovered between us like invisible but tangible specters.
    “I—”
    I was scared. My stomach sizzled with nerves, my throat felt small and tight. I worried my fingers together, resisting that urge to clench up my thighs or cross my legs.
    “Come over here, young lady,” he said. His voice so soft but full of potential discipline. And worse—disappointment.
    “Uncle Ed, I'm so—”
    “Now. Take off the shorts. You can leave your panties on. Come on. Do as your told.” He patted his knee and I felt the sinister slide of a tendril of fluid slip from my pussy.
    I moaned, fear and craving all mixed together. My body felt trapped by the air, like I was moving through