Well basically just some people PMd me with ideas or had requests in comments of previous stories. Due to a number of circumstances I've been doing a lot of story writing lately, so it's kind of fun to do little mini stories or even rough ideas via PM. That's how this one started. id hit it. i would have hit it that night. that is if shes a milf. and not just some old nasty lady. Hmmmph… mmm? MMMMPPHH!” She made more noise and wiggled around. Her eyes opened, and then her body completely tensed up and her head was lifted up. She was awake. She pulled hard against the bonds with great strength and was going to yell into her gag. She was trying to lift her head by pulling on her wrist bonds. Oh, thank you honey!” she said catching her breath and swallowing a little, as if somebody else had done it and I relieved her! She kind of looked around for a minute and then gave me a funny look. “So, uh, what exactly was this all about?” She said as she pulled her hand and ankle bonds up simultaneously. “uh well… I just thought it would be fun to tie you up, and I wanted to test out this stuff from school in science class. It’s called chloroform. I didn’t use much.” The Friday had finally come I had been looking forward to. The stars had all aligned; and I was to go over to my Aunt Chrissy’s after school for the night. It was just the two of us. I had hatched my little plan since the middle school science teacher had done an in-class experiment a month or so before. I was mesmerized by the science lab, and had always wanted to tie up my aunt. I had a couple of times as a little kid, but not since then. She was definitely the aunt who liked to play with her nieces and nephews, and wasn’t afraid to play jokes on us or even tease us a little.

Another note, PLEASE READ: This is entirely fictional. Obviously I am not an expert nor do I condone using any dangerous or hazardous substances. This is meant as a light and fun story, based on a boy's fantasy. In short, do NOT try this at home/IRL. Still, as the months wore on, my eventual return to Hartsdale loomed. In early August, I passed my summer-school exams, which meant that I was eligible to return to Hartsdale for ninth grade. But Aunt Lil knew that it was best to keep me in New York City. Whatever progress we had made would be lost once I returned home. With less than a month before school began, she resolved to get me admitted to the city’s High School of Music and Art. Applicants were required to take a drawing test and provide a portfolio of art. It was highly competitive, but it hardly mattered, because admissions for the coming fall had ended months before. Aunt Lil persisted, and in mid-August we received word that the High School of Music and Art was administering a special, off-season entrance exam to a handful of kids—and that I was among them.

Well I did, you didn’t have to finish cooking. I gave you a little break from all that working over the stove. I gave you, let’s see, 40 minutes now to rest!” I said “okay, I think I have a way to make that happen!” She wouldn’t suspect anything of me, I was always her best-behaved nephew as opposed to siblings and cousins who she’d get a little annoyed with sometimes. She always hugged and kissed me a lot. Of course, when I was 9 or 10 I was a more pudgy kid with longer combed blonde hair. Now I was a little taller and more wiry, I had a dirty blonde crew cut and I did a lot of pushups for a middle school kid. I was very interested in sports and fitness, but I was also pretty shy and kind of square. Maybe for this reason, my aunt would always tell me how she thought I was a handsome boy, probably to try to make me feel more confident. She was a very kind lady. An attractive, promiscuous 40-something year old woman with a penchant for younger guys and with a husband who's never around??? It would be false to say that I was always a willing participant in Aunt Lil’s rehabilitation program. I’d sometimes run from the dining room, sobbing and cursing, and when I returned Aunt Lil would hold me and stroke my hair. Until the end of her long life, thirty years later, I was confident that nothing bad could happen to me as long as she was present on this earth; I had no doubt that if we had been passengers on the Titanic, Aunt Lil would have foreseen the iceberg and got us prime seats in the first lifeboat. That summer of ’68, I felt safer in Aunt Lil’s apartment than I had in some time.

Well dude, she came up to me and asked me for a smoke. She bummed one off and then we started talking."A wealthy, attractive, promiscuous 40-something year old woman with a penchant for younger guys and with a husband who's never around??? Yeah dude, she wanted to know if you had a girlfriend. I told her you didn't, and that you hadn't been laid in a year." When I was fourteen and failing eighth grade, my aunt Lil conducted a rehabilitation program from her Manhattan apartment. Art work by Charles Busch She was in disbelief, but not angry, “You used chloroform on me!? I wouldn’t have guessed you even knew what that was… wow you really got me!” As someone said, everyone will find out somehow. Someone will notice you going over there a lot or some naught gesture outside her house. All you need is the wrong person to see anything to make them jump to the conclusion and all hell will break out.