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not sure of what I wanted, only knowing this wasn't it.
    “I've had this appointment for two weeks, sweetheart. I couldn't cancel and I figured you'd just sleep”
    “Oh, so you figured I'd never find out!” I turned and orange juice leapt from the lip of the glass over my hand.
    “There is nothing to find out. You're being silly.” He came to me then, took my hands. I should've felt comforted, I only felt stupid. I watched his fingers run smoothing circles over my hand, my fingers. “She's here about a scholarship. That's all. Just calm down.”
    More tears. And I was powerless to stop them. I willed the floor to open up and swallow me. “I heard that laugh,” I whispered. “That is the flirting laugh,” I said. “I know you boys are stupid, but it is.”
    “Stupid?” he laughed then. “You don't think I know that Ruth Mendell is flirting with me? Fiona, she was flirting with me when Carole was still alive.”
    “And I'm sure aunt Carole didn't like it either!” I broke free from his grasp. My mind filled with indecent decadent images from the night before. My head buzzed with remembrance of the dizzy high feeling of the pearls cutting off my air, the sinister and sensuous feel of that orgasm as it curled like invisible vines in my cunt and belly.
    “Shh. You'll make her uncomfortable. Now grab a coffee and come join us.”
    “No.” God help me but I stamped my foot when I said it.
    “Yes, Fiona. Do it or you'll be sorry.”
    “I won't.” I said, turning my back to him.
    “You will,” he said, gripping my arms and turning me by force. His fingers bit into my skin painfully and I winced. He was so much stronger than I was. He stared me in the eye, his denim eyes flashing with anger. “Stop acting like a child and do as I ask.”
    “But you wanted to fuck me when I was a child,” I hissed and his hand rocked my head back before my eyes caught the flash of his palm. The slap brought tears to my eyes, I bit my tongue, tasting blood. I heard my own words. “Uncle—”
    “Shut up, Fiona. Get your coffee and come out and say hi the way you were taught. Be the young woman I've always been so proud of.” Then he turned and stalked out. His jaw set, tense and angry. His eyes sad and betrayed. I poured my coffee feeling two feet tall and mean to boot. How would I make this up to him? Uncle Ed deserved better.
    Ruth Mendell is a stick bug of a woman. Tall and impossibly thin, I swear at time's she's damn near transparent. Her teeth are too big, her eyes are too wide and she laughs like a hyena, in my humble opinion. Despite all of that, she is an attractive package when you fit all of those atrocious bits together.
    “Well, look at you, all grown up, Fiona,” she cooed, beaming at my uncle. Was this her version of a screen test? Was she trying out for the starring role as new aunt?
    I nodded, sipped my coffee so my mouth had something to do besides spit horrible curses upon her. I sat on the arm of uncle Ed's chair keeping my distance from the dreaded insect. But thinking of her that way made me giggle.
    I stopped it with another sip of coffee. Uncle looked up, a smile warring on is face, he patted my leg. mid-way, not high, but still, my body was programmed now and that gentle parental touch still released the water works under my panties, deep between the V of my legs. I squirmed.
    “I hear you're going to school very soon?” Ruth said.
    Did she have to look so damn happy about it?
    I shrugged. “I guess. I was reconsidering the west coast, maybe I'll go to UConn.”
    Uncle Ed's hand hesitated on my leg, then patted, then his thumb did an arcing sweep on my inner thigh that Ruth could not see from her angle. “Well, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it Ruth?”
    “Well, I...I guess it would.” She gave me a pinched smile and then threw her dangerously sharp shoulder blades back and said. “Let's carry on Edward. I think this is fantastic what you are doing in Carole's memory.”
    “What are you