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My Aunty was a dark horse
by Isabella

Story Code: g/F, g/b, g/M, F/M, Masturbation, Lesbian, Prostitution, Incest

When I started at Hillhead High School on Oakfield Avenue last year, I was just eleven years old, I knew I wasn't the brightest nail in the box but I got into the second set for every subject. It impressed my parents no end, they thought that my education was finally taking off, that was until one of the other parents told my mother that all the kids in the top two sets were from the posh houses on the private estate and the kids in sets three and four were all from the council estate, the comment she made was, "Well, if they put our kids in the same set as the council house kids, they'd eat them alive!"

It really was like we were going to two different schools, we almost never met kids from the lower two forms, even at lunch time, because most of the council house kids got free school meals, they went for lunch between twelve and twelve thirty and the upper sets went from twelve thirty until one o'clock. The lower sets 'played out' while we usually had music club, choir practice, netball, chess club or drama, the boys did similar club activities between one and one thirty when we went back to 'normal' classes.

I was well behaved, had one hundred percent attendance, attentive in class and tried my hardest in all lessons but I still fell way behind everyone else. I even had to attend extra maths and English classes at lunch time, instead of the usual clubs. When we returned to school after the summer holiday, I was invited into Bill Wright's office; I would be starting tear seven in set three.

The school was built into an 'X' shape, I had spent my first year in the right hand wings of the 'X' and all of a sudden I was going left, the few friends I had made in the first year would have to wait until after school to find out what had happened to me. The first shock came as I walked into my new form room. The noise was a shock; just the general background hum of thirty five kids all chattering to each other. My previous form had just twenty-five kids in it, so the new classroom felt like it was bursting at the seams.

The form tutor turned up just a minute before the bell for first lesson went, he looked shocked to see his class room totally full, then he said, "Ah, first day of term, I wondered why there were so many in the room today!" There was no marking of the register, we all just left the room on our way to our first class, eighty minutes of English, I counted only twenty-five bums on seats in the English classroom. The teacher walked in and said, "Morning class, collect Tess of the D'Urbervilles from the store room, there are only eighteen copies, so share one between two please!"

While I was standing at the side of the teacher, waiting to see if there would be a copy of Tess left for me or if I would have to find someone to share it with, I asked what we should do about our homework from over the holidays. I thought that Mr Baker was going to piss himself, "Homework, who the hell gave you homework?" I told him the name of the teacher who had given me the homework, "Oh, you must be Jenny then, the girl dropped from stream two."

I managed to get a copy of the book to myself, I was really glad about that, I didn't want to sit next to any of the other girls in my class, they were like a bunch of aliens and I would have hated having to sit next to one of the boys even more. I did notice that none of the other kids seemed to actually be reading the book; I got to page thirty before the bell went for maths. "Before you go, put your books back in the stock room." I must have blinked because suddenly I was alone in the room, seventeen copies of Tess on the desk tops and one in my hand.

I was asked to pick up the books and put them away for the teacher so I was very late into Maths; I had never been late into a class before. I tried to apologise for being late but was waved into the classroom, "Take your seat as quickly as possible please." I counted the students in the room, twenty two; we had lost three more students in the walk from the English classroom to the maths.

Pre-printed worksheets were handed out and the teacher settled down to read a book, with ten minutes to go, he stood up in front of the blackboard and called out the answers as he wrote them down on the board, we didn't even pass the sheet to another student to mark it for us. Some of the sheets didn't have a single pencil mark on them other than the answer that the kids were copying off of the blackboard after the teacher had written them down.

The bell went for lunch, "Straight into the dining room please people." Again, I was the last one to leave the room, "Could you hand this into the secretary's office please." The register was placed in to my hand and as I walked back to the centre of the 'X' where the offices were, I sneaked a peek into the register, thirty-four names were marked as present and only one was absent and strangely enough, the one student who was marked as being absent was me!

It took two weeks before any of the other girls in the class spoke to me, three girls who always seemed to be off at the same time. The three girls wanted me to join their group but they also wanted me to pass a few tests, they dared me to do things and after two weeks of being left out in the cold, I took their dares, just to get a few friends to start the ball of my acceptance, rolling.

The first dare was to meet Emma, Kelly and Tracy in the girl's toilet, put on full makeup, even though it was against the school rules. I did that dare and managed a full day without a teacher mentioning it. The next dare was to come to school in a t-shirt instead of a blouse and tie, I did that too and again, no teacher mentioned anything. The third dare was to leave the school at lunch time with my three new friends and go to the shops on Kelvin Way there was a sign in the window, 'No More Than Two Students At A Time'.

Emma took my school satchel, she had one of those canvas shopping bags that folded up really small to fit in a pocket or handbag, she shook it open and hung it over my arm, because I was wearing a t-shirt, I was pushed into the shop first, Emma told me to walk up and down every aisle slowly but keep an eye on her outside. I walked around looking at the shelves, Kelly and Tracy came in, they were, as usual, larking about, I got bumped and pushed twice and then the shop manager came over to see what was going on.

Emma was at the door beckoning to me to leave the shop, I walked out to her and she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of sight, "What have you got?" "What?" "What did Tracy put in your bag?" It turned out that all the bumping and pushing was designed to pop things into my bag while I looked like an innocent victim. I was almost dragged to the River Kelvin, close to the school; the river bank formed a public space with miles of hidden pathways and bushes. The four of us ended up in a large hollowed out bush with shopping trolleys and wire shopping baskets to sit on, Tracy had managed to get four pies, two bags of crisps and two pint cans of beer into the shopping bag unseen by me or the shopkeeper.

I ate a meat and potato pie and half a bag of crisps for my lunch and had a sip of the beer from one of the cans; Emma didn't press me to drink more, she was quite happy to have most of the pint to herself while Tracy and Kelly shared the other pint. At twenty past one I stood up, "Where are you going?" "To school, we've only got ten minutes before class." "Well, it seems pointless to us to go through all the trouble of sneaking out of school, only to sneak back in an hour later."

Even though the other three were calling me names I still went back to school, sneaking out of school over lunch break was one thing but 'bunking' off during lesson time was a step too far for me. I made it back into school before the bell sounded for forty minutes of history. At the end of the day, the teacher asked if someone would volunteer to take the register to the secretary's office and, being the third set, as soon as the first ding of the school bell sounded, the classroom was empty apart from the teacher and me.

I volunteered to return the register to the main office, as I walked along I flicked it open, according to the twenty blocks of attendance marks, I was once again absent that afternoon, apart from the first morning when there had been thirty five students present but only thirty-four had been marked as present, there had never been more than twenty five kids but every column had thirty-four in school and just one absent, never the same child missing for both the morning and afternoon on the same day. In just two weeks I had been marked as absent and both times in an afternoon, I prided myself that in the past six years I hadn't missed a single lesson due to ill health.

I might as well have stayed away from school with Emma, Kelly and Tracy for all the good it did me going back to school. On the following Monday, Emma, Tracy and Kelly refused to talk to me for walking out on them, on Tuesday it got worse, they all started picking on me and calling me names. I had to put up with that for two weeks, then the next Monday morning, Tracy came to me in the form room, they were going to give me one last chance, Emma would think up a dare and I had to carry it out or I wouldn't be allowed back into their 'gang'.

At break time, I was dared to go to Christopher Black, one of the upper sixth boys and ask him out at lunch time. I was sure he would chase me off, for a start, the sixth form and upper sixth were all drawn from the upper sets of the school and I was from the lower sets now, that and the fact that he was five or six years older than me, so I was happy to go over and ask him.

Emma, Tracy and Kelly were all watching me from behind the 'Smokers Corner' or as the school authorities have it, the bicycle sheds, I was very happy to march straight up to Christopher and ask him if he wanted to meet me at lunch time, safe in the knowledge that the answer was going to be no, or something a whole lot more rude.

"If your three friends are going to be with you, we'll meet you behind the old park keeper's house on the corner of Queen Margaret Drive and Great Western Road, we'll be out on our cross country training run anyway.

I was a little shocked but I almost ran to the bike sheds to tell the girls what had been said. Deep down inside I was hoping that Emma would call the dare off now that its conclusion was dependant on the three of them being there as well. I was very much out of the lessons for the rest of the morning, my mind in a spin between worry, fear, excitement and anticipation.

We slipped out of the back of the school, walked the length of Glasgow Street and turned right into Hillhead Street and at the end of Hillhead Street took the footpath out onto Great Western Road, we should have crossed the main road and used Buckingham Terrace to keep out of the way of the traffic but Emma made us walk along the side of the main road, just because it was a shorter distance to walk.

I spotted my Aunty Violet drive past on the other side of the road at about forty miles an hour, I really hoped that she hadn't seen me and my friends walking along the side of the main road, if she had, she was sure to tell my mother and then I'd have some difficult explaining to do.

When we got opposite Queen Margaret Drive, diagonally opposite the old park keepers house, Christopher Black and three of his class mates were waiting on the path leading to a huge cluster of bushes, similar to the ones that my friends and I had eaten our lunch in two weeks earlier, Tracy and Kelly ran across the road ahead of is, Emma held me back, "Don't you dare to say you're going back to school at twenty past one this time!" "I won't, anyway, it'll take twenty minutes to walk back to school from here."

Tracy and Kelly were disappearing into the circle of bushes with two of the upper sixth boys, arms wrapped around our friends, as Emma and I finally got across the road, Christopher Black and another boy were waiting for Emma and I to join them. Emma and I were scooped up by the boys; Chris took a hold of me around my waist and guided me into the bushes ahead of him.

The 'den' inside the bushes was two or three times bigger than the one we had used before, I had to gasp as I finally passed through the curtain of leaves and saw into the gloom beyond. I didn't see Tracy and Kelly with two boys, there were at least ten boys in the clearing, Tracy was totally topless, her blouse and bra had been stripped off of her in less than a minute and as one boy held her tight, two others were unfastening the belt to her school skirt, Kelly wasn't far behind her in the stripping stakes. Emma was caught as she tried to run for it and two boys started working on her blouse and Chris was pushing me over to another of his friends to do the same to me.

A heavy handbag came out of nowhere, just as I was about to scream, the handbag caught Christopher on the side of his head, the handbag swung again and the boy yanking at the buttons of my blouse was caught on his shoulder. My Aunty Vi appeared through the secret entrance and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the bushes behind her. My Aunty had parked her car on the footpath leading into the botanical gardens and she pushed me into the car and almost slid over the bonnet to get to the driver's side faster.

Four boys came out of the bush, running in our direction as Violet span the wheels of her little car and shot out onto Great Western Road, "What about my friends?" "That would be up to their own family to look after them, I could only save you!"

Nothing more was said all the way to my Aunties house, once safely inside she asked me how I managed to get myself into that situation. I explained everything, going right back four weeks, how I lost my friends, was moved down the school, how the others kept giving me dares that I had to fulfil to be their friends, how I had helped to steal from the shop, everything. "And did you expect to be having sex with one of those older boys about now?" I blushed, it wasn't the kind of question you expected your Aunty to ask you.

"Well, I did agree to go out with the boy who had his arm around me, his name is Christopher Black, but there was only supposed to be four boys at the park and I thought that we would all just be fooling about a little." "So, you didn't think it would turn into sex then?" "Well, I thought it might but nothing was said for certain."

Aunty Vi did me some lunch, "I have to go and finish work but when I get back we need to talk." I was given the remote control for the DVD player and Vi pointed out the stack of DVD's on her shelving unit, "If you don't fancy any of those, you might find my private 'stash if you look hard enough." Aunty Vi was tapping the front of her antique writing desk, the drop down lid was closed but the small key was in the lock.

"I'll be back just after three o'clock, lock the front door behind me and don't answer it to anyone, no matter what." I ate my lunch while watching the old Disney DVD, Bed Knobs and Broom Sticks. After forty-five minutes I got bored with the ancient Disney DVD and popped it out of the machine. I didn't even bother to look for another DVD in the shelving unit; I headed straight for the hidden stash in Aunty Vi's writing desk.

The thirty DVD's in the roll-topped desk were all amateur video clip compilations, they were all various shades of blue well, lots were old black and white, homemade, porn films. Girls of almost every age, happily engaged in various sex acts, some with boys of similar age to themselves but most were younger girls with very much older men.

I heard my Aunties key in the door so I was spared the embarrassment of getting caught watching two girls sucking the same man's cock; I popped the DVD as Aunty Vi walked into the living room. She took the box out of my hands, "One of my personal favourites, I hope you didn't waste your time while you were watching it."

I didn't really understand what my Aunty was going on about, what else could you do while watching a film that would be classed as a 'profitable' use of your time other than watch the film. Vi picked up the phone, she phoned my mother and told her that she had bumped into me outside the school at and she had invited me over for dinner and, if it were okay with my mother, she would like me to have a sleep over with her.

Vi went up to her bedroom to get changed out of her work clothes, she ran a bath, dropped two bath-bombs into it, she was wearing her dressing gown when she came down to the living room, "I've run you a bath, there's fifteen pounds worth of scent, essential oils and minerals, you have to soak in it for at least an hour."

I was more use to a shower myself and Vi had a great walk in shower in her bathroom, I would much rather have just jumped into that and out again, it would have all been over in fifteen minutes. I slipped into the bath; it felt like I was stepping into a tub full of baby oil the water felt so slippery and silky. After thirty minutes, Vi walked in on me and almost caused me to go catatonic, I grabbed at the face cloth and covered as much of my breasts with is as it would cover, Vi swished her hand in the bathwater, "Needs pepping up a little!" Vi then turned on the hot tap for a few minutes until the tub heated back up, then, after turning the hot tap off, Vi opened the shower's door, turned the mixer tap on, checked the temperature, then she dropped her dressing gown to the floor and stepped into the cubicle and closed the door behind her.

There was a modesty transfer on the shower's door so I couldn't see my Aunties body clearly but I could see enough to watch as she soaped her body and then rinsed herself off. Vi stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and took a bath-sheet from the pile, I managed to force myself to look away but only from my own embarrassment at being caught looking at my naked Aunty.

"Give yourself fifteen minutes more in the bath, then rinse off under the shower, don't use any soap though, just rinse with warm water." Vi hung a towelling robe over the sink, "Put this on and come down to me in the living room."

Once I was in the living room, my Aunty told me to sit on the sofa, with my back against the armrest and my legs across the seat, she had what looked like a large leather tool chest, she sat by my feet and opened to tool chest, there was a try at the top with the little shaped sponges that separate toes, "Looks like you've never had a pedicure before!" I shook my head, she was right; no one had ever touched my toes but me since I was about six years old.

Vi clipped, shaped and then filed my toenails and then she pushed the top tray over to reveal a lower tray with thirty or more different shades of nail polish, she took out five different shades of red and held them against my skin, picking out the mid tone of the five but I would still have described it as 'Fire Engine' red. Vi carefully painted my toenails before moving up the sofa and sitting level with my hip, facing me, she took my right hand and did a professional manicure on my hands, using the same red nail polish.

While my nails dried, Vi used concealer on the few skin blemished on my face and neck, then a light foundation applied all over before using a paintbrush to paint on lipstick, a fine liner of almost chocolate brown, then an even deeper red than my nails and finally two coats of clear to make my lips shine and seem to pop right off of my face.

Delicate sky blue eye shadow, black volumizing mascara and eyebrow pencil, a few stray eyebrow hairs plucked to improve their shape and peach blusher on my cheeks. Vi did my hair in a simple style but she did use a little mousse to bulk up my hair a little. My fingernails and toenails were given a coating of clear varnish and I was told to just sit still until everything set. Vi did her own makeup and although she used slightly different shades of makeup and varnish, when she came back to me, she looked like she could have been my twin sister.

My Aunty had picked up a few things for me from work before she came home, she handed me a packet with a spiders web that had been stitched into the shape of a thong, "Here, slip these on." "I can't wear those; my mum would kill me if she saw me wearing them." "Well, hopefully, she'll never see you in them will she?"

I slipped the panties on carefully, I was trying not to flash too much of my lower body but I just wasn't quick enough, "If we do this again, I'll give you a bikini-line wax before your bath." Just knowing that my Aunty had seen my fanny sent a shiver through my spine. It felt really strange to be wearing knickers that felt like I wasn't wearing any at all and the fact that I could still see everything through the knickers was a thrill in itself.

The next thing that Vi got out if her bag was a corset, not the kind that my granny would have worn when she was younger, hers were pink in the hopes that no one knew you were wearing one, the one that Vi handed to me was black, in the main it was kid-leather with strategically placed strips and panels of stiffer leather to give it shape. I had to hold the front of the corset against my body, there was no way to fasten the garment but there was a row of metal 'Boot-hooks' on either side of the opening. Vi had a long bootlace and she started at the lowest of the hooks and began to weave the lace in criss-cross fashion up to the top, keeping a good deal of pressure on the lace so that it sculptured the corset to enhance the shape of my body.

The corset wasn't exactly comfortable but I got use to the feeling quite quickly and the fact that when I looked down I could see almost all of my breasts being pushed out over the top of the corset. The bottom of the corset was just a fraction of an inch above the top of the thong that was trying to pass as knickers, then Vi got an oblong of soft leather, about six inches deep and twenty-two inches long, it was hooked onto a row of fine hooks that fringed the bottom of the corset, there was no kind of fastening, it just hung there, Vi attached it so that the opening was over my right thigh. The last thing out of the bag were self-support hose, fake reinforced heel and toe with seams up the back. Vi's wardrobe provided open sandals with open toe and a four inch heels.

I had to help Vi dress, well, fasten the lace up the back of her corset once dressed the only real difference between us was that she had less hair around her pussy mound than I did. We were taken into town by taxi and went into a nightclub that was also a casino. Vi took me into an office just inside the front door to the club, my photograph was taken on a computer screen, lots of questions were asked including my age, before I could say twelve, Vi butted in and told the manager that I was sixteen. I could see from his expression that he didn't believe her but he was quite happy for me to go in.

The way my aunty and I were dressed made us an instant hit in the nightclub, men were queuing up to dance with us and buy us drinks. Even though I was tempted to try some of the alcohol I was being bought, my aunty discouraged me, I soon realised that the same glass of drink kept being removed from our table and returned the next time a man made an offer to buy us drinks.

I didn't get drunk but had a wonderful time dancing with a long line of men all vying with each other to dance with Vi or myself. Most were perfect gentlemen but some took liberties and tried to cop a feel or more but Vi was quick to slide in between us and fend them off, I have to say that I was a little disappointed in her over protection of my virtue but I was still having plenty of fun dancing and having men looking at me and the way I was dressed.

At eleven o'clock Vi took me through to the casino area, it was much lighter in there so we definitely caused a storm with the way we were dressed. Men, the richest and most powerful men in Glasgow, were queuing up for our attention. Vi picked out a man and steered me to him, as she left me she whispered, "Don't leave the room with him, no matter what he says, and keep me in sight at all times." The man was sitting at the roulette table and he pulled me onto his knee, leaving me in no doubt as to the effect that I had on his lower body.

I was given a fifty pound chip and told to place it wherever I wanted too, I placed the chip on the number twelve red for obvious reasons but the ball fell into twenty-six black, about as far away from my chosen number as it was possible to get. I would have thought that the man would have been mad at me for losing his money but he just gave me another chip and told me to put it on a number and as I was thinking what number to put the chip on, his hand slipped under what classed as my skirt and he began rubbing all over my lower body.

After I lost him another fifty quid he said, "Roulette obviously isn't your game, why don't we go and find the black-jack tables, see if that is your game!" He stood up and took my hand and began leading me to a door at the far end of the room. I looked for Vi, fortunately she spotted me and managed to get between us and the door, she parted his grip on my arm and led me to another table, "Don't go through that door unless you really want to have sex with the man you're with, all that's through there are six bedrooms." Vi left me sitting on another man's knee at the 'Craps' table. This time I either blew into his hands over the dice to bring him luck or he let me throw the dice for him, throwing the dice was dangerous though if I got carried away as my boobs often tried to pop out as I tried to reach the far end of the table with the dice.

I sat with about twenty men during the evening; I was brought about fifty drinks but not one touched my lips, I was thirsty but didn't want to smudge the fantastic lips that Vi had painted on. Most of the men touched various intimate parts of my body. Most asked me to accompany them to the back rooms but I turned them all down until just before three o'clock in the morning when I was half way across the casino floor with a guy who looked a lot like he was my dad's age, Vi stepped in again and stopped me, "Time to go sweetie!"

I was a little pissed off and very frustrated by Vi's untimely intervention but nowhere close to how frustrated the guy looked. We went through to the main office again on our way out, "She did great tonight, you can bring her any time you like." The manager said as he handed Vi two small brown envelopes.

Once we were in the taxi, Vi handed me an envelope with my name on the front. "What's this?" "Wages, ten percent of all drinks that are brought for you and fifteen percent of anything the men lose while you are with them at the tables." I opened the envelope, close to two hundred quid, I almost dropped the envelope I was so shocked.

Vi took me to her bedroom, she had a king-sized bed in it, "I don't want to mess up the sheets on my spare bed for just one night, so we can both bunk down in here for the rest of it," Vi had to help me to get out of my corset/dress combination and I had to do the same with her, she laughed at me because I was still being a little shy in front of her.

We tumbled into bed, she turned towards me in the bed, "Did it turn you on to have so many men lusting after you?" I just nodded my head, "Mmmm, yes, I always get turned on when I'm at the casino, I always end up having to masturbate before I can go to sleep." Vi turned the light off and the bed began to bounce slowly and Vi began to purr slightly. "Aren't you going to look after yourself?" I didn't say anything, her hand slipped under the duvet and she rubbed my stomach, "Want me to help you out?"

Again, I didn't answer her; I wouldn't have been able to get the words out quickly enough anyway because her fingers were already between my legs, easing my legs wider so that she could get her fingers into my vagina more easily. Vi slid her body against mine and she pulled my hand down to her own pussy, hers, totally bald, totally smooth, mine covered in fine wisps of ginger hairs. I just really copied what Vi was doing to me, she gave me a million orgasms and I gave her a few.

Just before we went to sleep we ended up head to toe, licking between each other's legs, giving each other orgasms with our tongues. Vi woke me up at eleven o'clock with brunch in bed, "You want to come with me and see what I do in my other job?" Vi gave me a skimpy bra and another wisp of material masquerading as a pair of panties and a white nurses 'lab' coat, she dressed the same way apart from the knickers and bra, Vi didn't bother wearing either under her 'lab' coat. It was just after noon when Vi drove us into Glasgow's city centre. We parked in a grubby back street and walked into a massage parlour on the main road.

Vi took her first client, once in the room she asked him if he minded her having a trainee watch. He looked me up and down, smiled at Vi, "Well, any chance of her helping out a little as well for the same money?" Vi looked over at me and smiled. "We'll see!"

The guy had asked for full body Swedish massage, Vi told him that would be twenty-five pounds for twenty minutes. "What about relief as well?" "Fifteen pounds extra." The guy handed over forty pounds and stripped off. I had expected him to cover himself with a towel or something but he didn't and as he lay on his back, his cock stood up like a flagpole.

Vi just pulled the front of her uniform open and let it drop to the floor, she poured oil over her hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil up a little. As she began to massage the guy, she nodded at me, her head gestures were telling me to take my 'lab' coat off and come to the table. Vi totally naked and me standing in just my bra and a tiny thong. Vi was explaining to me what she was doing, massaging oil deep into his muscles, eventually she reached his cock and stopped, she wiped her hands on a towel and told me to take my bra off. Then she splashed oil into my hands and told me to rub them together, she re-oiled her own hands and wrapped them around mine, then she brought my hands down onto the man's cock and she used my hands to begin to masturbate him.

Once I was into the swing of massaging the guy's cock, Vi let my hands go and carried on massaging the rest of his body. As he was getting close he reached out and began to rub my tits, Vi listened closely to his breathing then she suddenly pushed my upper body over his so that as he fired off, his spunk didn't fly up into free space, it splashed all over my tits.

The guy was very happy as he left the room; Vi cleaned my tits and then pulled my panties off. We made sure our hands were de-oiled completely and then we both put our 'lab' coats on again. I helped her with five men, then the sixth came in, he was being a little coy, he wouldn't ask out-right for what he wanted, "So, what we seem to have here is either a policeman or a newspaper reporter." She whispered in my ear. "So, sir, Full body massage, fifteen minutes for fifteen pounds." "What about extra's?" "Sorry, we're not that kind of establishment, if you'd like to undress and cover yourself with this towel!" The man changed his mind; he put his cash back into his wallet and left but not before Vi had taken a photograph of him to circulate around the rest of the staff and the other massage parlours in the area.

And that was the end of the day's work for Vi. She took me back to her house; I washed my makeup off and dressed in my school uniform. I left my money for Vi to look after for me so as not to raise any questions from my mother. As Vi drove me home she asked, "So, messing about with boys in the dangerous woods or having fun on your own terms with men in reasonable safely, which would You prefer?" I smiled at my Aunty; she had given me a lot to think about, and a new way to think about work that needed no other qualifications than I was born with.

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