My encounters with Auntie Tania were everything a teenaged boy could dream of, short of actually having intercourse. She sent me to bed on many a night during that summer of ’86, a quivering, spent mess and I loved every favor she granted me. But, the ultimate goal was yet to be satisfied. By late August, I had given up on getting it from Auntie Tania, but I was entertained by her naughty alternatives. That sense of need did not deter me from enjoying her. I was determined to lose my virginity, no matter what, soon.