After the glow of my orgasm finally faded, I padded into the kitchen wearing my dressing gown to make some popcorn. This had to be the best evening I had had in weeks. Just as I was settling down with a novel, a diet cola and bowl of the popcorn, the front door opened. In walked my great-aunt, looking more harried than I had ever seen her before. She told me she had a fight with her friend who had asked her to leave and now she was missing the crucial moment on her TV show. Grabbing the remote, she tried to change the television to the right channel. It wasn’t working. She slapped it on her hand. I froze. I hadn’t replaced the batteries yet. Immediately, she started freaking out. Attacking the front of the television, her gnarled fingers grazing the tiny buttons that no one had ever used b
