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That spring it was quite warm and there were scads of people walking down the Ferry Road to the bathing beach a few streets south of my home; they were mostly town people so I didn?t mind as they passed, some calling ?hallo Pen!? My washerwoman had been in that morning and the clothesline in the back garden was full and I was just putting a few additional odds and ends out to dry on the umbrella in the side yard when Em?s unmistakable soprano cried out to me and I dropped my clothes pins and ran over to the hedge and we embraced across it.?Oh my god, it's been two years at least, Em!??Pen, it?s been five.?I saw now she had a young man with her.?This isn?t Brian, surely???It bloody is,? Em asserted, ?Give your Auntie Pen a kiss, Brian.?He did and I held him at arm's length and looked him over as he grinned shyly. He was ten or eleven the last time I had babysat him and now he was six inches taller than me with an adult?s voice, but still a soft, sweet tone. He?d been a lovely little boy, never gave trouble, I remembered. Ankara escort Em was wearing a straw hat and Brian was dressed for a dip in a singlet and those black trunks the blokes all wear (trapeze trunks I always called them), brown sandals and he had his towel draped over his neck.I shook my head, ?I can?t believe I once changed your nappies! How old are you now???He?ll be nineteen in a month,? Em said proudly.*Brian grinned.?He?s in the army you know,? Em went on, ?has been for six months. We?re lucky though, his camp?s just up the road in Kingsbridge, so I see him most weekends.??Oh, that?s nice for you both!?Em and I exchanged telephone numbers and otherwise got reacquainted, nattering happily when I noticed Brian?s expression had changed. He blinked in disbelief or fascination as he stared over my right shoulder.In an instant I knew what he was looking at; drying on my washing umbrella among the dish towels and hankies were a brassiere and knickers. A very special matching set Ankara escort bayan in pale lavender gingham and delicate white lace.In a kind of shock, we both looked at each other and it seemed to me our pupils dilated synchronously. It happened in less time than it takes to tell it.With a dry mouth, I coughed, ?Well, Em, I don?t want to keep a soldier from his swim and I?ve got to bring in the washing, but you have my number now so let?s have tea. It was wonderful to see you too, Brian,??You too, Auntie Em,? he was just as hoarse! They went off to the river and I saw that Brian was holding his towel protectively draped over his forearms dangling in front of his lap.*I tore the lingerie off the umbrella and took them through the front door. I couldn?t believe I had been so indiscreet. In the lavatory, I erected my wooden drying rack in the bathtub and draped the far too pretty and far too suggestive items over the slats.That poor boy, barely old enough to buy a drink, and I exposed Escort Ankara him to something he might glimpse in a leg-show magazine sold under the counter at a news agent?s! He must be suffering a mortifying erection and in a bathing suit!I brought in the washing that was dry from the back garden. There was a lot of it and it distracted me for a while.*But I soon found myself picturing Brian at the beach.* It is a new riverside park built-up with tons of dredged sand from downstream where our river meets the sea. It?s very popular on warm days.I imagined Brian in the cool water up to his hips and I saw myself in a slinky bathing costume lying there propped on my elbows looking down the length of my body at him out there staring back at me. I had a lewd smile on my lips as I moved my legs lasciviously, enjoying the thought that he was cooling his arousal in the gently flowing gray stream.And then I snapped to; what in god?s name made me place myself in that perverse, imaginary diorama? But he wasn?t a boy but a young man, a soldier who had been schooled in discipline and obedience, ready to serve his country, by force of arms if necessary.And he wasn?t my nephew. Em and I had grown up and gone to school together - born days apart we looked superficially similar and as school girls dressed our hair the same.