“Why are you being so ... um ... friendly tonight?” she asked as I held her. She wore her baggy jeans and a flannel shirt with no sleeves. I thoug...t of it as her dyke look, but as tiny as she was, she looked more like an orphan waif. “You and Rachel are usually out making out by now.”“Rachel and I are going to see each other almost every day this summer,” I said. “I’ll be spending time with Desi at PopCon and she’ll be popping in over the summer, too. Joan will be here for another week before. The front door tended to swing closed so I needed to hold it open with my back against it to be able to interact with him. Making a nonsensical remark about the door seemed to retrieve his attention and he responded with a cheeky comment about the chilly evening. Nevertheless I was delighted to see that he was unable to stop his eyes wandering down to the openness of my robe and I dared to look down to see the soft curves of partially covered breasts and feigned embarrassment. As I moved. ‘He doesn’t even not know my butt is naked, but I sure love the feel of his hand there.‘“Sweetheart, you have made me the happiest Gramps in the world too. I see my little Sweetheart has really grown up now. You’re not wearing panties to bed. But that’s alright, when Granny was alive, she never wore them either.”“Thanks Gramps, then I want to be like my Granny. I may never wear panties to bed again, now that I know that.”“You’re just as naughty as your Granny was. I sure miss her. Now get. So I gaze dreamily away while everyone else is laughing at the quaintness of the music, and they tease me about it. I long for older times when thirteen-year-old girls were thought marriageable women and could be dead in childbirth at fifteen. That short, intense life could be richer than dreams of roses, but I'm expected to live a long time and not to discover my sexual self for many more years... maybe when I'm twenty-one it's supposed to happen... and at thirteen that seems like another.