When my mother remarried not only did I gain a father figure worthy of my respect but also a really cool auntie.
Jennifer, or Jen as she preferred, was in her late thirties meaning she was more like a big sister than an auntie to me, I was in my early twenties when the following encounter happened.
My mother and stepfather had planned a weekend away in the country and I was looking forward to spending some time home alone, however this was not going to be the case as I was informed Jen was coming to stay for the week.
It was early morning when Jen pulled up in her old school Mini Cooper, the large Union Jack roof shining due to the torrential rain she had been driving through. I opened the front door of the house as she grabbed her suitcase from the rear seat of her car and hurried forward.
"Good morning" she yelled running past me.
"Not much good about this weather" I replied.
Jen looked nothing like the archetypal aunt most people would imagine. Her head was a mass of crimson red hair, she was very proud of being a natural ginger, her figure was usually hidden under baggy clothing but it was obvious she had curves apart from her very flat bottom. She had a natural beauty that wasn't over stated and I'd never seen her wear make up.
Jen had put her stuff in the spare room that was adjacent to mine, her home for the week, then showered and gotten changed. Dressed in a large grey sweatshirt and matching jogging bottoms she had joined me in the kitchen where we sat chatting for several hours drinking coffee. After an evening meal together we decided a movie was in order and settled upon an old style slasher movie. As the unfortunate victims each died a more horrible death we spent more time laughing than being frightened and I noticed how wonderful Jens smile was. Her face seemed to light up the more brutal the on screen slaughter.
"Well that was fun" Jen said as the end credits rolled "Not scary though"