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Caught on Camera

... angry before.

"Okay, I promise." I bit into my sandwich again, unable to taste it.

She smiled. "Good."

I suddenly felt her eyes pierce my own.

She asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"Uhh, what?" I said, almost choking on my second bite.

"Are you a VIRGIN?" she said again, sternly.

I was taken aback. Where on earth was this coming from? She continued to pierce my gaze. I stumbled a bit over my choice of words.

"Well, if you must know, yes I am." I was getting irritated.

"Okay." She said and took a bite of her sandwich.

The air was tense for a moment.

"Next question," she declared after swallowing her third bite.

I felt cornered, but what could I do? I'm stuck here for an entire week with Aunt Brooke.

"Have you been spying on me?" she asked, serious as ever.

I felt caught. Vulnerable. Helpless. My eyes darted around the room.

"You do realize that even if you don't answer, you're already telling me the answer with your reaction, right?" she said, almost proud of her pouncing.

"Come clean." she said softly.

Fuck.

"... yes." I sheepishly replied.

"Okay." she casually took another bite of her sandwich.

"Are we done? Because I'd like to leap off of a bridge now." I angrily snorted, pushing my sandwich aside.

"Relax. I'm not mad." she responded, chewing her bite.

"Hmmf." I grunted.

"Next question." she said again.

"OH COME ON!" I spat, standing up.

"Work with me kiddo. I don't think your parents would be too happy ...

... with your spying." she calmly said.

I sat back down, face red with frustration. "Okay, ask away. I suppose it couldn't get any more embarrassing."

She calmly asked, "How and when exactly have you been spying?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Just answer me."

"Jesus Brooke, I'm really sorry alright? Can we drop it?"

Brooke shook her head, "Afraid not kiddo. I'm fed up with men and their manipulation. I want to know how. Right now."

I gave up. My fun little project is over.

"Cameras." I said, defeated.

"Cameras? Where?" she said, surprised.

"One in your room and one in the bathroom."

She looked shocked. "How... wait, where would you put them? And how did I not notice?"

I quipped back, "Well I am an electronics guy, remember? I figured it out."

She sat for a second and her eyes grew big.

"Just how long have you been... spying with those cameras?"

I felt like lying at this point. Maybe I could tell her "Only for a week!" But I didn't care anymore.

"Remember when you and Mom were drinking wine and talking the day I came home from work with a Radio Shack bag?”

"Yeah?"

"I installed them when I went upstairs."

The blood seemed to drain from her face.

"Oh my God. You've seen me..." she was flustered, confused, and angry. She stood up, hand over her mouth, in complete shock.

I felt terrible.

"I'm so sorry, I'm just--"

"Shut up." she spat.

I sat there, hands folded, waiting to be spoken to. She's my aunt, after all. She paced ...