When, finally, it was my turn the oldsaleswoman looked at me and did her routine, "Must be your monthly, eh?"comment. I asked for the bathroom and ra... as fast as I possibly couldwith such awkwardness. I am sure everyone was looking at me.I closed the bathroom door, pulled down my jeans and panties and sat onthe toilet. They were "blood" soaked but still kept my jeans dry. Iripped open the box of tampons and now realized I really wasn't sure howto insert one. And, Julie wasn't going to come. She expects me to know when she needs to go out and pay bills or pick up something from the grocery. I am supposed to read her mind as to what she wants me to fix for dinner and throws a fit when I don’t fix the pot roast instead of the chicken. It is terribly difficult living with my grandmother. It seems she has forgotten the rules of conversation and interaction with other human beings. When she was younger, she did nice things for us, cooked all of the holiday meals and Christmas was always. ” She says, “I will meet you next to my car.” When I get to her house, she says, “I want you to practice your make-up on me now, so I don’t look like an idiot on my wedding day.” I start to do her make-up when she tells me to stop because she gets a phone call. I stop and lie down next to her beautiful caramel toes, while she is talking to Jimmy, who is one of my classmates and her student. In the past, I told her that Jimmy has a massive foot fetish for her but he was too shy to say. Both of her breasts appeared perky and beautiful, they were both large, but not overly so. However she definitely had the cleavage to back up the outfits she wore. She had on a low cut bra that would be about the only bra that would work with the dress she wore. My eyes traveled down her curves. The way the white robe framed her body almost made her look angelic, but her red underwear told a different story. And if there was any doubt the thong she had on told me that this was a woman.