I wouldn't have dared dressing like a tramp to my grandfather's house. Instead I looked like beautiful little lady, I thought. All my bruises were ful...y healed and I looked as young, fresh, and healthy as ever. I hadn't felt so good in a long time as I stared at my reflection, feeling girly and innocent and carefree.Thanksgiving at my grandfather's, my dad's father and my sole-remaining grandparent, was always a pretty large affair. Aunts and uncles, cousins, and in-laws all gathered at the old. She lets go of my hand and heads to the closet, where she pulls down a box. "Maybe I'm being presumptuous, but have you any experience with rope?" A little," I say, which is true enough. "Good," she says as she takes out several coils of hemp rope. The good stuff. Then she removes a few dildos and vibrators, a gag, and what looks like a blindfold. "Nice collection," I say. She smiles as she gets up and moves to the dresser. "First I have to get ready and then you have to help me." I don't. "Hey son, look me and your mom...spoke... and we have agreed that you if your old enough to go on the bus by yourself then you are more than mature enough to have your own mobile and I also am not going to force you to do the washing up anymore" He said with a grin on his face, he stood up to leave then coughed politely and said"Trying to learn to read upside down are we?" He said with a grin and left. I was speechless. Had i just made an ally in my dad.. and they were...lightening up?. "It's okay, Lissa, really," she said. "I'm just sorry I interrupted. Sometimes a girl needs her privacy, and I took that away from you. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know." I'll be fine," Lissa replied, hugging her stepmother back. She always enjoyed the physical contact that came from hugging Allison. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world to have her stepmother hold her like this as a sign of her affection. Allison leaned in and kissed her on the.