"To hell with it," Linda muttered, brushing back her hair and pinning it in a matronly bun. She basically enjoyed Janice's company, but there had been times when she could have turned the girl out.

The squeak of tennis shoes in the hall told Linda her niece was close at hand.

"Hi!" Janice chirped, sticking her head into the bedroom.

"Hi," Linda responded warmly. Well, at last they weren't at one another's throat as they usually were. Maybe this was some kird of truce, then Linda spotted the skimpy bathing suit Janice was wearing and frowned. How many times had site told her niece not to go trotting around town wearing that sort of thing. Even though this was sedate little Glendale, California, things could happen to a young girl when she exposed herself like that. The puritan side of Linda was rising, making her forget what had happened several minutes before.

"How did things go today? Did you see Billy?" Linda asked, her eyes narrowing accusingly.

Janice's face was flushed as she sashayed past her aunt and plopped down on the bed, resting back on her elbows. Janice knew her nonchalance during times like this maddened her aunt. She didn't know, exactly why she enjoyed bothering Linda like that. The teenager only knew she loved watching her aunt get red and excited, trying to hide her mounting anger as she lectured her niece on propriety.

"Yeah, we were in his jacuzzi for a while," Janice said, moving her thighs over the bed suggestively.

Linda blushed. "Well, I hope his parents were home," Linda said, staring at her niece.

This was going too far. Janice almost felt like telling her aunt the whole story. But then, what would happen to her? She actually feared her aunt in part. Certainly, she didn't totally disregard her aunt's threat about throwing her out of the house should she be caught fucking around with men.

"Yeah, they were there… all around the tub talking their heads off," Janice said, dropping her eyes and shuffling her feet against the rug.