Writing this down now that it's all said and done, I'm not sure why what I'm wearing would make him feel any better. I'm his mother for God's sake. An...way, I put on this navy blue dress that I bought and haven't had a reason to wear, I guess dinner with my son is a good reason.He ate very slowly and kept staring at me. My head was still hurting so I may have been a bit harsh. I didn't ask him what he was looking at nicely. I just demanded "What?!" from him in a harsh tone. He told me I was. The air isn’t bad, but the water is freezing grandpa.” I guided her to the edge of the pool and with my hands around her sides at the waist I lifted her onto the edge of the deck. Her body shivered as it dripped the cold water seductively over her shoulders and chest draining from her sopping wet hair. If I hadn’t been so cold it would have been hilarious; certainly it would have made a great candid photo of my lover, my granddaughter, my match in desire. Her eyes sparkled as I stood before her. His massive arms were folded across the beginnings of a beer-belly and in his left hand he held a can of Fosters Lager. "Come in will you." He grabbed an arm and led me from the entryway into a combined lounge and formal dining room. "She means well but she can ramble on a bit, you know what some women are like." He pointed to a comfortable looking red velvet lounge suite. "Vikki's putting the finishing touches to whatever a girl does these days to get ready, so you may as well have a seat. He pushed the door open and swaggered into the bedroom."There is no place you can hide bitch. Even if you had made it, I would have broken the fucking door down. I'm going to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it. You might as well relax and enjoy it. Take off your clothes"He was still very drunk and in my estimation very dangerous and capable of hurting me so I did as I was told. By the time I had stripped down to my bra and panties he was completely nude. I couldn't help but notice.