Brandon A.M. — The Monarch Review
My Aunt Yola – Brandon A.M.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011 13:17 — 0 Comments
Aunt Yola let her white neglige slip to the floor. Steve and I had never seen a woman nude before. She was a big lady, a huge, fat cow of a woman, and Uncle Bob had been asleep for hours at that point. And she motioned for us to follow her, but I didn’t know what to do. Steve moved forward. Aunt Yola placed a stale donut in a napkin and left it on the TV tray. She said that it was for me, and it was okay to be scared because the brave were ignorant. She took Steve into […]
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