To put it mildly, things didn't go well. On the bright side, Donna had arranged for the kids to spend the night with friends, so we didn't have to wor...y about them walking in on us, or hearing us fight. But that was about the only good thing.I'm not sure what I expected to hear, or for that matter, wanted to hear, but whatever it was it wasn't heard. Donna kept telling me how sorry she was, and how she loved me, but she couldn't tell me why. I tried to ask her what I'd done to make her do that,. Those had been thebane of her existence for the last three years. She searched the closetfor something more respectable. She found a white business suit. It hadpants, something she could not wear before. It looked great on her. Shewent to the main room to await the police.She just sat there for several minutes waiting. She heard the cars pullup and two officers came through the door. They saw Kendra and an otherblond woman sprawled across the floor. To them it looked like a simpleassault but. " Grandfather said, leering.I gasped at the mental image of that giant bulge in my grandfather pants invading my tiny pussy. It would never fit!When I was about to go over the edge of bliss he pulled back. I moaned and begged with my eyes for him to continue.In one smooth motion, so fast that it was all but a blur, he slapped my pussy hard. The pain exploded within me as my legs clinched and I cried out."Open them." He demanded in an angry tone. I refuse for fear of being abused again though. This greatly surprised me, and I wondered if my parents and grandparents were aware of this. I was also able to print out several different maps of Stone Mountain and the Park before stopping and going to talk to Ken.In the kitchen, I found Ken making lunch for us and our Familiars.“Is it that late?” I asked before checking my watch to discover that it certainly was.“Thanks,” I told him, as I started helping him.During lunch, I brought up what I had learned, and what we needed to do.“We are.