She's in the rear."When he walked through the rear door he found a smaller room with the door open to a back porch. In the back was a Winn Dixie truck...with its back panel open showing boxes of canned goods and containers of bread. A half dozen younger men were shuttling the boxes and containers out on to the back porch.A woman with golden hair piled high and contained in a hairnet directed the actions of the crew emptying the truck like a conductor managing an orchestra. She sat in a gleaming. Once we placed the things where they belonged she talked to me about how she appreciated all the things I did for the k**s. The whole time I couldn’t help but to notice her pouty red lips and her huge bust. “Can I give you a hug?” She asks. I felt a little strange about it at first because I had a slight boner. I nodded yes and she pulled me down to her level and gave me a nice embrace. It was undeniable that there was some chemistry between us. The smell of that Pure Seduction perfume was so. When he was four, Zach started to read-and never stopped. Moira wasn't far behind him.Grandma spent as much time with them as she could, usually in the evenings. She taught them songs (not always fit for children so young), and games, and the secrets of her special chocolate chip cookies. Grandma believed the function of grandparents was to spoil grandkids. Great-grandkids got spoiled double!My parents got their share of time with the precocious little brats, too, teaching them about the horses. She made it back to his bed before the alcohol in her bloodstream took effect, and she passed out, too. Not a promising start, but things improved the next morning. When she awoke on the strange bed, she was greeted by a smiling face and a mug of hot coffee. The face was sagging from Frank’s hangover, but it was still handsome. The long disheveled blond hair framed his face with a subtle golden aura. His eyes were large and blue, and even if the blue was in the middle of an off white with red.