It had become more and more apparent over the last few years. As she became a teenager, her hormones had gone wild. She was going out with boys—and,...apparently, with girls. I knew she was sexually active. I had seen the stains in her panties. I had confronted her, and she didn't care. She liked sex.I started to understand why.This was such a sinful trap.I sat behind the steering wheel of my sedan. Sky slid languorously into the passenger seat. She had a bulge in her skirt. “Really,” she said.. Eddie felt guilty for being so aroused by a girl so young, especially one that had just been raped, but almost without thinking he turned off the main road and onto a rarely used country road where he pulled over. “What are you doing?” Amy asked as she turned towards Eddie. He had pulled out a knife from his pocket and when Amy saw it her eyes grew wide with terror. Amy froze and Eddie moved the knife to her throat. “Alright Bitch, You are going to do exactly what I say or I’m gonna kill you. The bolt holding the pedal in place snapped." I remembered that one," I groaned. "I got thrown forward when it snapped."Fred smiled. "Well, there were no casualties on our side, which is a good thing."Barbara had been watching some bowling but wandered over. "What is this talk about?" she asked.I shook my head. "How about introductions first. Everyone, this is Barbara, a refugee sponsor and soon to be a command post trainee. Barbara, we have here Fred, who was on the other laser earlier today.. A pair." I don't know what broke inside me, but I felt myself blurting "We wanna get married."Lane looked surprised.Gramma looked at me, then Lane."I haven't found the subtle side of 'er, Judy. Bashful, yes. But not subtle."Gramma took a sip of her wine. I think it gave a pause to think of what to say to all this. Finally, she spoke. "You're eighteen. You don't even have to ask, Lee." But you're my Gramma. I love you. I respect you. And I owe you the respect of asking." And if I said 'no'?".