“Nana, you don’t own a walking stick.”“Hmph! I could get one without too much trouble and no, you don’t need to make any smarty-pant comment... about me needing a walking stick. Don’t be impertinent.”The kettle started singing, so I stood up and made a pot of tea.I set the pot on its coaster on the table so that the tea could brew while I pottered around setting out cups and saucers. I also put some cookies onto a plate.Once I was done, I sat down again beside Nana.She’d watched me perform that. She would hook the bra up, twist it around to the properposition, then pull it up in place and put her arms through the loops. Itried this and had no trouble in getting the bra on.Now, I picked up the blouse and slipped my arms into the sleeves andbegan to button it up. I was alarmed to find that the smooth, silky feelof the blouse and seeing the blouse going over the bra I was wearing wasgetting me a bit aroused! I could feel my cock growing a little and wasvery uncomfortable with this. “Didn’t think I’d be home this soon I take it?” I reply in response to the shocked expression on your face.“I’m leaving. Now!” you reply.I laugh, still standing nonchalantly in the doorway. “You can do this the easy way and toss the knife over here and re-cuff your wrist. Or I’m going to have to show you my bad side.” I shuffle my feet and stand to my full height giving you a menacing look, no longer wanting to exchange little quips.Your face goes white in fear and then red in rage. You move to. The Park Bench IncidentI left school at 15:00 and made my way home, only stopping off at the park to sit on the bench and admire the cherry blossoms, in full bloom.I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of the blossoms, and when I opened them again, he stood opposite me, standing in Rhododendrons, which were shielding him from view of any others in the vicinity, not that I looked around to see who was there, no my eyes were transfixed on him and what he was doing.He had taken all his clothes.