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Soon, I saw Aunt Sheen step out of a cab in front of the mall and signaled me. I rode my bike around to the parking as she waited for me. She was dressed in an abaya as usual, with the fitting burqa showing glimpses of her curvy body. I could see Aunt Sheen was only carrying her purse and saw no bags with her. She signaled me to park the bike in the underground parking lot and wait for her there. I was waiting for almost half hour, silently trying to figure out what would happen and how it would go down. It was the first time I was taking a mature woman, that too my older Aunt, to a resort for the whole weekend. My creative mind was forming increasingly taboo situations in my mind as I waited my Aunt Sheen to come. “Let’s go, son.” Aunty’s voice broke my train of thoughts and I was startled as soon as I turned around and saw Aunt Sheen. I was shocked and did not recognize Aunt Sheen for a few moments. 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My mouth hung open and I was speechless for a couple of seconds so she turned me around and took the backpack off of my shoulder. After she had arranged the Abaya she had removed in the restroom in her backpack she slung it on her shoulder and prepared to sit behind me on the bike. I had not been able to think of a single word to say to her till now and as soon as she was ready to go I started the bike and slowly rode out of the underground parking lot of the mall. It was not yet 9 in the morning and it being the summer vacations it took me only 15 minutes to ride to the north highway which led to the lake resort. It was considerably cooler in the morning as I sped along the highway, with the wind playing in my hair and the sound of the powerful engine beating in rhythm with my heartbeat. Aunt Sheen sat real close to me and put her arms around my waist from behind. I was wearing a light jacket over the T-shirt and it flapped around with the speed of the bike. 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