'Frank', elderly ladies man story)
Since I was unemployed and about as much prospect of getting a job as a snowball has surviving in hell. I took the task of carer for my old great aunt.
It wasn't that she was ill she was as healthy as any seventy five year old. It was she didn't like to stay in her house alone at night since my uncle died.
Aunt Molly was a pain in the arse; she was one of those women who complained about anything and everything. Since my great uncle died she has told everyone she wants to die. She is also a devout Catholic and goes to church two or three times a week and twice on Sundays. This is the other pain with her.
Now why would I go and stay with someone like her? Well I got an additional payment from Social Services for doing this task over and above my normal benefit. All I had to do was be in the house between nine at night and nine the next morning, but I moved in to my own room just to keep out of her way.
It was my mother who pressurized me in doing this task, for Uncle Richard was her mother's brother. This wasn't a difficult task; it was just the constant complaining my aunt kept up. The good point was this was a rich suburb with loads of rich old ladies and I was partial to old ladies.
I was almost thirty years of age and I have a good nest egg tucked away, which I have acquired from my elderly women friends, they are always appreciative for any attention you will give them. One would be surprised the number of those women who are just begging for some attention.
One I had to exclude from that category was my aunt Molly I think she thought it was just for pissing with. The problem with her was, she had never done a days work in her life, my uncle took care of all the bills and made all the decisions. All she had to do was look after his house. Now when he died she had no concept of the value of money, drive a car or even how to write out a cheque. In other words she was useless and afraid to be alone.
Her own son had stayed with her for six months, but he moved out because of her constant moaning and complaining; now it was my turn. The only difference between him and I was he wasn't interested in older women and he was far older than me.
I have been living here for a month now and I was beginning to become acquainted with the people who lived in the immediate area. In fact I hardly saw my aunt.
Winter was upon us and we had lots of lightening and thunder. The one thing that frightened my aunt was the thunder. The last two nights we had low rumbling thunder, she was banging on my bedroom door, I had to go out and hold her, because she was shaking that much.
To-night we really had the lot flashing lightening, thunder right overhead and lashing rain. Again the banging on the door, so up I got, she was standing outside my bedroom shaking. "Look Aunty, you heard what the weather man said, we can expect this to last all night. Now I have no intention of standing out here holding onto you just because of a little noise. Go back to bed you are quite safe, I'm just through here."
"No I'm not going back to my room; I want you to stay with me."
"I'll tell you what I'll come and lie down on the bed with you, and then you won't be alone."
"I'm not having you in my bed, what would people say me having you in bed beside me."
"Who the hell would know anyway, no-body comes to see you anyway you moan that much, so if that doesn't suit you then go back to bed."
Then there was a bright flash and almost instantly a loud crash, she hugged my arm. "Oh alright, but not under the bedding," she said.
"Look, if you think I'm lying on top without any bedding and freeze my balls off then think again."
"Must you swear; well alright, but keep to the other side of the bed," she condescended.
