It tickled when he did my feet but I withstood the agony and allowed him to finish. With the drying completed I felt his hands running up the side of...my leg that was rooted to the floor. My other leg was still lifted on the edge of the bath. I left it there. His hands ran gently over my pussy, playing with the folds of my labia. Oh my goodness it felt wonderful! One hand moved upwards over my tummy and found my grateful breasts. He fondled them! Ohh it was heaven.“Why on Earth hav’nt . I knew I couldn’t kill him.“Put your arms down, Bill. I’m not going to kill you yet. May I call you Bill?”“If you want.”“I’m going to ask you some questions that might sound silly to you, but I’d appreciate you answering them.”“All right.”“What year is it?”“The year is 1883.” I was afraid of that. I had been thrown back in time.“What is the name of this lovely town?”“Poker Bluffs.”“What state are we in?”“Texas.”“And where is Poker Bluffs in relation to Austin?”“Austin is a hundred or so. “Oh, are you sure that you want to work on the boat?” he responded with a devilish grin.Taken aback by his evil little grin, I inquired, “What sort of work do you have in mind? You aren’t performing satanic rituals out there are you?”Grandpa started laughing hysterically at my last question, and I quickly did too when I realized that he was just messing with me. When our fit of laughter slowed, he stated, “I’ve been thinking about hiring a deckhand to help out on our cruises, but I need someone. In light of this state of mind, he'd gone back to his notes. Or,attempted to, before realising that he'd left a disorganised messthroughout the rooms he worked in. He'd written them as a kind of loosejournal, as well as noting important findings - but, trusting his usuallyimpressive memory, had failed to organise them into any kind of coherentwhole. Now with his mind's processing power hampered by hiscircumstances, he set about trying to solidify what he knew and didn'tknow, what he could.