“There… that’s much better,” she said as she wiped the soapy residue of his legs with a flannel. My legs hadn’t been hairless in a decade and I’d forgotten how sensual they felt. A very telling bulge appeared in the front of my nappy. Auntie looked at it and smiled wryly, before suggesting I put my nightclothes on. Thankfully, these are my own pajamas and not a prissy nightie like I used to wear.
At 9 pm, my aunt asked me if I’d like a drink or a snack before bedtime. I declined but she insisted and brought me a glass of milk. I tentatively asked her what time bedtime was. “Nine thirty,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’re not a child anymore.” she smiled. Great, I thought. When I was younger she always sent me to bed at eight-thirty… now I’m twenty-six it’s nine-thirty!