Arranged marriage often work like that.”“My parents,” she nodded. “Not my grandmother.”“Tell me about her.”“My mother’s mother. My m...ther really must have rebelled ending up like she is. The proper lady. Grandmother certainly isn’t. Or wasn’t. When I got pregnant, she was the only one who would talk to me. Insisted on it. Mom thought it a bad idea, but grandmother was the strongest woman I ever met. Powerful. Scary to a lot of people. Her husband for instance. He was older, a widower when her. " I just nodded at the bottle and sat down. He opened and poured but didn't sample until I hit the part about dying.When I reached the part where I woke up in 1969 he refilled his glass as I sampled my first taste of our favorite drink. When he thought I was done he started to say something but I halted him. He poured again and settled back down.When I told him about Beth he drained his glass. The bottle was almost gone by then but I had never seen my father look so sober. I refilled my glass. ”.“Trust me,” Chuck said. “That’s a good thing. Your dancing background will make you a runway supermodel somebody.”“Bullshit,” she said quietly, but with a grin. “I’m ugly. Plastic surgery is in my future. Cheekbones, nose, boobs.”“Stop that,” Chuck said. “You have a dancer’s body. They don’t have boobs.”“You haven’t taken a look at Jacy lately, have you?” Missy snorted. “And don’t you remember Callie?”Fuck yes I do, he thought. “But that’s just one or two girls out of a dozen or so in your. The effect on us was electric. “Would you like a closer look?” she asked Rick, moving in front of him. “See anything you like?”I was so proud of my daughter. She knew exactly how to get our juices flowing, and her ability to experience such sophisticated pleasure so young put her way ahead of other girls her age.Rick reached up and gently cupped her tits through her top.“Yeah, I see a couple of things I like,” he replied, “but I’d like a closer look.”“Your wish is my command,” she said, and.