"You know that yoga sure helps me do other sports," Kendall said, changing the subject slightly. "I've been able to swim twice as far without tiring. Running comes easier too."

What about fucking? Roslyn thought. She laughed suddenly, surprising her nephew.

He smiled agreeably. Roslyn wondered if he had any idea how badly she wanted him. But surely he'd picked up her vibrations before. Their relationship had been more than just aunt-nephew.

She'd wiped his tears and soothed his hurts. She'd answered questions too embarrassing for his own mother. It had been her who'd really given him his first hard information about sex. She remembered how excited she become when Kendall had asked her what took place during the sex act between a man and woman. She hadn't spared any words. She'd tried to include every detail. And at the end of her talk – Kendall had been thirteen – she recalled how aroused the two of them had become. Kendall had had a terrific, pubescent erection and her own panties had been soaked clear through.

Roslyn glanced in the rear-view mirror at her nieces. Ronnie with her arm carelessly out the window, an ironic cast to her eyes. She was the aggressive one, the daring one, the crazy one. At nineteen there was something about the girl Roslyn didn't trust. And beside Ronnie sat the prim princess. Josie was the exact opposite of her sister in every way. Roslyn was sure the girl was still virgin. To look at her one wouldn't think that her shit even smelled bad. Oh she was a beauty alright. Not that Ronnie wasn't just as attractive in another way. But Josie was the most striking. That blond hair the color of straw. That white, unblemished skin. Her eyes big and blue and fathomless. And her willowy, innocent body. She looked spotless, cleaner than clean. A man could wash his face in her pussy. It seemed to Roslyn that a man might think such a thing. And none of her graceful, quiet charm had been lost on Kendall either.