I was raised in a very catholic neighborhood in a very ethic part of Chicago. I cam from a large family and my mother was very close to her sister, my aunt Paula. In the course of rasing a large family of 5 boys and 3 girls, my Aunt Paula helped my mother a great deal. She never married and looking back, I think that she might have been gay. But that was somehting that was not talked about the way it is now.

It was not out of the ordinaring to find my aunt at our house one to two days a week, visiting with my mother and in some cases, helping with the care of the kids. I remember one time that I was sick and my mother wanted to take my tempature and my Aunt Paula recommend that she do it with a rectal tempature. My aunt was a nurse and anything that she said, medically, my mother agreed with much to my dissapointment. That being the case, my aunt Paula took my tempature in my anus and held it in for the full 5 mintues. This was very imbarrasing, as I was just a preteen, naked with my aunt taking my tempature in my ass. To make matters worse, I got an erection and she gave me this very stern look, but did not try to cover me up or allow me to cover myself. She just stared with a funny look on her face...

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