”“You think I’d show up to your grandpa’s funeral dressed like a slut?! Shame on you. What kind of girl do you take me for?”“A good one,�... I replied. “See you at 1 p.m.” Chapter 2: My Father’s SlutI pulled out two suitcases. I had not booked a return flight yet, as I had intentionally requested to take a week off for my birthday and head out there. My grandfather had a few cars that needed to be fixed up and sold, and it was likely that they would be willed to me. Three weeks of clothing should. Not normal ones as I was informed, but she had made her own, with some special ingredients in them. I declined and she told me it was cannabis. That would account on her relaxed state then.She told me she loved them, and was already wrecked. By the way she was sat in her ring - I could assume her ass was deep into the water. She had a Yellow bikini on. She told me she was a Grandmother and asked if she looked good for her age. I agreed. As the day went on she stated she loved my British. I really don’t know,” replied Sue. “Detective Cook told me today that he found a video of Tyler sodomizing me. I have no memory of it. Cook said we were doing it doggy style and my face was clearly visible. He even complimented me on having nice tits!”“He told me the same thing, about my tits, that is!” exclaimed Marge. “Do you think he really does think we have nice tits, or was he just being polite?”“He meant it in my case. I’m sure of that. He said he could watch my girls ‘swing to and fro. I have never been here before, yet it is familiar somehow. The further I go, the darker and colder it becomes, until I can barely see ten feet in front of me. I don’t know why, but something compels me to keep going forward instead of turning around. When I come to a fork in the road, I turn to the left, not really knowing why.In the distance, I see a light and head towards it. The weather has turned decidedly cold and I begin to shiver. The light never seems to get closer, but I cannot stop.