They made love three or four times a week after the honeymoon. It wasn’t as satisfying, or as exciting, as she had hoped. But even if she didn’t h...ve many orgasms with her husband she claimed she enjoyed the intimacy.I didn’t say anything but it sounded to me like she was getting ripped off even before her husband turned into an ice cube. He sounds pretty damn selfish and very inconsiderate. It doesn’t surprise me Ricky was able to excite her the way he did. She must have been horny all the. ”“I’ll die young.”“But happy.”Rachael giggled. Sometimes talking to Grandpa was like trying to get slippery spaghetti to stay on a fork. “I need to pee.”“Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”Rachael looked around, searching. “Where are my clothes?”“You weren’t dressed when you came to bed last night.”“I’m talking about my panties.”Grandpa searched under the covers, smiled, and held them up between his fingers. “Found them. They’re really small. I like yellow. Can I keep them?”“No!” Rachael laughed. Call. Me. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little man could have the cheek to call me missy.I walked right up to him. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me anything other than my name. No missy, no sweet. She felt her desire for conquest shift from that of land to something more primal.He stood before her then, nude and beautiful, a princess born to the wrong life, his hair a fine strawberry blonde, his eyes a deep blue, his manhood while not so small as to warrant a mocking by the average man was not particularly something to write home about. She felt curious.A man returned to the room bearing two identical blades. Belind, trying to ignore the piercing stares around him picked each up,.