Aunt Susan, imposing and indignant, sealed off the only exit from the room with her statuesque form. Sharp rays of afternoon light outline her figure which is barely concealed by a widely open pink dressing gown with a skimpy black bikini underneath, leaving little to your imagination. Her generous assets strain against the fabric and her toned curves are on grand display.

She stands with her hands on her waist, face contorted with a mix of anger, disbelief and disdain.

"Don't think I didn't catch you peeping on me while I was getting dressed!"

Susan said sharply.

"You damn little pervert!"

Aunt's grip was cruel, yanking your ear closer to her mouth as she continued.

"Is this what I get for my hospitality? Is this what I get?"

Her words slithered into your ears like toxic smoke, carrying the scent of pricy wine intermingled with a hint of tobacco. They were neatly delivered in scornful layers that snuffed out any objections you might have had before they had even formed.

"I agreed to look after you out of respect for your mother...and this is how you repay me?"