Plus his father was – well excuse my French - a real son of a bitch and beat the shit out of Ben all the time and practically killed him a few times...”I think for a moment and ask, “So his father is responsible for the scars on his back?”Jim nods his head, “That and even more – shit I forgot! Congratulations on your marriage, if any two people in the world deserve happiness, it’s you two. By the way, I am certain that Ben didn’t get that other woman pregnant.”Wow, did Jim’s last sentence. No man in my family has ever raised his hand to his wife,’ he said proudly. ‘So the women are in charge?’ she asked, before she could stop herself. Jacob took no offence and seemed to give the question serious consideration. ‘I’m not really sure, Millie. My Pa makes the decisions, but he always chooses what my Ma agrees with somehow. And nobody tells Gran what to do.’ Millie strolled to the window slowly and brushed the curtain aside to look out. She could see a couple of neighbours in front of. She was very awkward at first, and Andrea had to help her, putting her hands round her mother's hips and regulating her movement until she got the hang of it. She started off very slowly, lifting herself up before sliding back down onto my lap. She soon got the hang of it though, and within a minute or two was heaving herself up and down at quite a rate. Once she was away Andrea sat back down beside me and I just lay back to enjoy the ride. It wasn't very long before I had my breath back and. I heard Jerry’s voice softly whisper, ‘My, oh, my. Damn it! Not bad for a dirty old man, working on the age.’ As I walked toward her, the beam once again centered on my hips and I said, ‘You must like what you see, I’d guess, from your comment.’ When I reached her, the light snapped off as my hands settled on her hips. My lips on hers cut off any reply she may have been going to make. Once again, I let my hands roam freely over her sparsely clad body. Hers returned the favor over mine. When we.