That afternoon I took a stroll and as I was passing I called in to Margaret's home. I rang the old-fashioned door pull on the side and could hear the ...ell ring inside. A lady in her late fifties answered the door."What do you want young man?" She asked."Margaret said to call in any time I was passing," I told her."MARGARET! You mean Lady Margaret, she never said anything to me about this," she replied to my question.I heard a shuffle behind the lady and I saw Margaret."Denis, how lovely, Joan. Aur hum sab drawing room me beth k baat karne lage. Aur kuch time bad khane k liye humne bulaye to wo teeno pehle sharma k nhi nhi bol rhe the to maine unko khich khich k la k dinning table me bithaya.Mom aur aunt kitchen me ja k plate sab me khana sajane lage aur aunt plates la k table pe rakhne lage.Us din aunt ne sari pehne the to sari me unki kamar ekdum sexy lag raha tha aur black color k blouse pehne the magar ander koi b bra nahi pehne the. Magar humare ane k bad se mera dhyan aunt k. " Probably not good enough. March into the bathroom, get a wet rag, and clean yourself, really well, and really deep. When you finish, just throw the rag away, and get your squeaky clean butt back in here."Yes sir."When I got back, he was standing by the bed waiting, with his ever ready tube of lube in his hand. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered.I did as he asked, feeling like a head of livestock about to be auctioned. This certainly wasn't very romantic, I thought, as I felt him push one. Fat, slow tears started rolling down my cheeks. This was so wrong! She deserved to go quietly, among family who loved her and rejoiced in her long life, not gunned down by a rabid druggie. Soon they were all crying.“She caught most of one barrel, honey. If it’s any consolation, death was instant, so she didn’t suffer.” Linds was leaning over me, crying into my chest. She was the only grandma she had ever had. I hugged her with the arm that wasn’t hooked into anything, and shared her grief.We.