This woman had to be delusional or something. She figured that Joe would change his mind over something as simplistic as a good night's sleep and a bath? Pretty much sidetracked with the thoughts that were passing through his head, the boy hadn't noticed how his aunt was taking him by the hand again, and they were already in the small home by the time he realized it, again snatching the hand back.

"What are ya, sixty?" the boy commented, looking at the small and homely living room. It was the best he could think of at this point, but he'd have to figure it out. Joe again moved to hike his trousers up, lacking a belt, it seemed to be such an issue, considering he had been able to fit them perfectly this morning.

upon leading Joe into her living room, she sat him down on a sofa chair while she made a phone call to her work. she told them she needed to take a little time off due to the sudden arrival of her nephew. she didn't go into detail about the sordid circumstances, leaving that undisclosed.

upon ending her phone conversation and putting the receiver back, she led Joe to his bedroom and bathroom. it had a youth bed with lots of quilts she had sewn, clean sheets, a little stuffed bunny rabbit resting on the pillow, a night stand and a dresser wardrobe with about 8 drawers, and white lace doilies on each.

"now Joe sweetie, this is your bathroom." she showed him a cultured marble counter and sink with decorative pewter faucets. a bathtub she began to fill with very warm water. his towels and wash cloths placed conveniently on the counter top, and a medicine cabinet she reached into retrieving a bottle of castor oil.

"sweetie, i expect you to take a long hot bath and scrub well, head to toe, and don't forget to scrub behind those ears! i know i can rely on a big boy like you being able to do that for yourself now and you won't need your auntie to do the thorough scrubbing for you. and i expect you to rinse your body twice!"

His snide comment hadn't even earned him a condescending comment, although it came soon enough. The stubborn teen was following regardless, knowing that he had to know where he was going to be staying there. Looking into the bedroom, Joe knew he had to be redecorating pretty soon. For the sake of his sanity as well. She had already begun to draw the bath water, he had to frown.

A bath would be good for him though, hopefully it would relax him a little more a stiff drink would. The chubby, yet tall young man didn't care who saw him, for his shirt was already off, tossed to the ground of the bedroom.

"Yeah, yeah... Just go away, lady," the nephew called, trying to sound devoid of emotion. He'd wash once he knew she was away from him.

"now now Joe! that's not the way we treat clothes, tossing them on the floor! you finish undressing and i'll be just outside the door then you can properly hand them to me so i can pop them in the washer and wash these scruffy things while you're bathing. then when you're finished, i have a special surprise for you that will do wonders!"

she wasn't telling Joe just yet, she was planning to give him a healthy dose of a purgative to cleanse his innards which would conveniently keep him tethered to his room and bathroom for a while.

She had to be kidding him. Julie was expecting Joe to hand her his laundry? There wasn't much going on with her, the door closed on the older woman's face. He lost his trousers as soon as he had gone and let go of the waist line, and the door swung open ever so slightly, and out flew the trousers. Hopefully, the woman would be off to go and keep herself busy in the nearby creek.

"Joe sweetie, i'm still standing here expecting your under pants and under shirt, unless you don't bother wearing those items, as well as that shirt you had on. my goodness!!!! when was the last time you laundered these trousers?? they almost stand up on their own!!!!"

the foul stench from what flew through the door was enough to knock over an elephant! she would have to double launder them with an extra hot cycle and a double rinse cycle.

Again the door shot open, the boxers of the young man, as well as the shirt he had tossed so simply aside. He wasn't going to worry much about it, but Joe just wanted Julie to disappear.

"Why don't you go away now? You've got everything I was wearing," Joe called simply, as he submerged himself into the small bathtub, sliding slowly into the warm water. It certainly helped, though his mind was tearing away at itself. His aunt had told him to do all this, but he'd have to strike some middle ground for something like a bath.

"thank-you Joe," she responded politely to him. her manners and decorum was something she hoped he would assimilate by her proximity. she was determined not to stoop to his level of crass manners.

"now you scrub thoroughly Joe, or else i'll have to do it to you..and i'm sure a big tall strong boy like you wouldn't want a woman to scrub you with a stiff brush, because i'll do a thorough job!" she said with an air of self confidence.

she took one look at his boxer shorts noticing the urine stains and skid marks in the crotch. 'my goodness,' she said to herself, boys certainly don't know anything about proper personal hygiene. she'd have to include clorox bleach to insure their proper sanitizing.

she went to her utility room, popped Joe's laundry in the front loading washer, dispensing a double dose of laundry detergent and started the wash cycle.

Sighing, Joe determined to let himself soak in the tub for a little while, he wasn't going to pay much mind to the woman in that respect. Al he had to really do was run over himself a couple of times with a rag and a bar of soap, and he'd be fine in no time at all. The major issue was going to be dealing with her in just a towel. So many problems. So many differences. So many details to drive him mad. He simply slid further beneath the water's surface, trying to blow off his aunt's words.

after she started the wash cycle and set up her ironing board and steam iron, she went to check on Joe behind the door of his bathroom.

"Joe, make sure you scrub well now, you're clothes are being laundered and will be neatly ironed so you'll look at least a bit civil."

"are you doing a thorough job scrubbing in there? because if not, i'll know when you're finished."

she was going to hold him to her standards despite his protests. Joe didn't know how much better he'd feel if she had been allowed to add her special touch.