Granddad arrived around 6pm and frowned at me."Where is she?"I tipped my head toward the back room. He looked in and I saw his face pass through about...a hundred emotions.I didn't want to ask what was going on. But when people start acting weird like that, you know bad news is coming. I didn't want to ask him, but I knew eventually he was gonna tell me whether I wanted to hear it or he wanted to say it."Is Grandma sick?" I asked. It sounded loud in the small space.He nodded slowly. I didn't ask. I found the place via a friend of a friend named Jeff, who was looking for a roommate. The space turned out to be the house’s attic at the top of a steep staircase, two small under-the-roof rooms with a small common area.Annie’s parents gave her a fairly generous allowance that kept us in rent and food money, with enough left over for some creature comforts and some alcohol. We had been liberally partaking in the latter one evening when she suddenly shifted the conversation away from a drunken. I had the key to his chastity belt. Myright fist was the key to his prostate happiness. And my tongue let himknow it: "Baby cock has a choice: maximum, medium, or minimum security.Baby Jerry has a choice too: Bright Crimson or Sexy Starlet orMysterious Ruby on his nails?"I have also gained an insight into a part of me that I had not knownexisted. Now that I know, I'm not ready to shutter that part of meagain.I dare not speak for my peers but I provisionally offer that perhapsrecent thinking. She faced him and kissed the end of his nose."So Harry, how may I please you? What would you have me do? Who would you have me be?" I want a slightly more romantic version of the first orgasm you ever gave me," he said, smiling.She thought back. "Oh, so you want it to be romantic and a hand job, hmm? Well, trust me, that's well within my abilities. You lay here and I'll be right back."She scurried about, lighting candles, off to the kitchen and back again with a bottle of oil in a pot of hot.