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An uncle whom I remembered fondly until I turned into a teenager and
refused
to have anything to do with farming old folks passed away.

It had probably been that long since I had seen him. But the memories were
good and mother came up from Florida and we went to the funeral.

I was reacquainted with many that I had not seen in many a year and
Brenda,
twin of Linda, sat down by me. She was no longer the gangly and knobby
kneed
younger cousin but still, all in all, looked much the same. Even after 40
years.

We mouthed the mandatory small talk and to one of my statements about
Grandpa and Grandma's house she patted my knee and said something about
the
rooms upstairs . . .

Now it was a pleasant drive down through southeast Ohio's rolling hills
and
the sun was shining and I had had some good music on and spent many a
happy
mile reminiscing. And I remembered barns. Beams. Leather. Straw and hay.
Rafters that went ever higher and nooks and crannies to hide in.

I tried to tell Brenda of this and she made some comment about haylofts
and
began to pat my leg. Kind of a long pat as it were, almost a caress,
midway
between my knee and my crotch.

Now you may or may not have ever had an epiphany in your life but at that
moment I knew, I just knew that whatever memories I had been suppressing
about those upper rooms and haylofts were somehow related to my
predilection
for costumes and animal noises.

I said, "Let's do it. Are you going to the cemetery?"

At the cemetery we determined a lounge in common, conveniently close to
her
house, and why not ? - I lived three hours away.

At his point let me state the following. SWMNBN IS NOT HOME. The little
girl
is gone. I am far away and not expected back until the late am.

We pick the tavern, we pick the time.

At this point, let me state that it not incest for first cousins to have
sex. If I am older than she is it is but a natural satisfaction of the
curiosity of adolescents. For you see, men never grow old. In their minds
they are forever young.

And we were children again and I swear to you I knew, I mean I knew I was
going to tell the world . . . or maybe just ROFF, about his night . . and
then . . .

At that point. At that particular point, my mother walks up and says
she'll
just go home with me. I love you mom. You 'll. never know just how much I
love you . . .

As mother and I drove home . . . I thought about roff.


john


Sorry to hear of your loss, John-

Snakefiddler