The beginning is just to bring things in context. again no reality here. Queenie had a large family who often got together. I enjoyed those moments. One her side, there was this young niece, Stacy, who grew up very shy, to the point her uncles tormented her at times. I was the exception for some reason. Almost anything was fair game as long as it didn't cross the line, sometimes I wondered if it did. I suppose it didn't cross that line since Queenie didn't intervene; she certainly would have had. As Stacy entered her teenage years the jokes evolved with her changing tastes, her interest in boys, the fact her sexuality would emerge sooner or later. One day as we were having visit I was a bit careless not closing the door while in the bathroom, but at least I had my pants up, just unzipped. Stacy was coming in at the safe time but as usual as she did with her other uncles who pretended to flash her she shrieked and shielded her eyes. there was no way the other uncles let that slide and nicknamed her "Peeping Jane", "Peeping Pippa", whatever came to mind. Or them asking if I had a good look. And it turned on me, that she would not have seen much anyway. She just ran out of the living room to avoid the torments. One time one of the other uncles used me to torment her, pulling my shorts down knowing I had underwear on. She covered her eyes but looked through her fingers before turning away and walking out. That was the kind of uncles she was born to. Part 1 over to bring things to Part 2.