He managed to survive her glare. Grandmom just chuckled when she saw what he had brought.“Thanks, Grandma!” I said, reaching out to take the plate...of cookies. “Chocolate chip, my favorite!” I peeled off the plastic and took one. “And thanks, Grandpa!” I said, reaching towards him.“Grim! That isn’t good for you!” said Mom.“I suspect it’s better than shrapnel and splinters,” I replied.“Grim!”Grandpop poured a few Dixie cups with about an inch of liquor in them. “It’s good for what ails, you,. She glanced over at John, and found him watching her with a strange smile on his lips that she couldn’t quite place. It seemed full of longing somehow, while protective, and possessive at the same time. Whatever the intent behind his expression, it made her flush with excitement, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she made eye contact with him.John walked over to her, and placed his strong hand over her rounded belly, stroking her suggestively through the soft cotton, and reminding her just. We wouldn’t need any of the camping gear; everything we could need would already be there if we wanted to rough it. And if we wanted some luxury, Grandpa Nathaniel’s home was large and he would be happy to have us. Likewise, my father had his own cabin out at the land, and I usually ended up staying there.Before we got dressed, I had Leo lay on his back on our bed and slid the buttplug out. His beautiful, tight little hole was gaping and pink now, and the sight of it filled me with pride and. Nick and Zach sat on the lower bunk of a very spartan room, a prison cell on a Venusian space station, staring blankly off to one side of the room, they listened to the monotone voice of the correctional computer lecture them of their crime, "...when we work together, we all win." The machine droned on, "These Venusians take all the fun out of prison," Nick sighed, "no breakouts, no fights!" "Conflict and fighting never solve anything," the computer continued its lecture, before being.