When I tryed to tell her no she would just say Your my daddy and I have to take care of you. She refused to were any cloths in the house saying little...grils have to be naked at all times to make their daddy horny, on that I couldn't dissagree.That night our first living togther, Sissy said I haven't been honist with you Daddy I asked her what she ment she looked up at my me with a shy smile and said Im really a dirty little girl, I want to be given pain in my privet parts and have things pushed. There certainly isn't enough left in my brain to allow me to think straight.I actually approach my mother's waving ass cheeks with my hands spread to cup them before tearing my eyes away from them and going around the table to see if she is showing any skin down the top of her dress.I almost trip as I get to the other end of the table. From the side, I can tell that the dress she is wearing today has a scoop neckline and is fairly low cut. I'm going to get to see her cleavage! Oh, lordy, lordy. They had been meeting secretly. For almost a month, maybe more.The restaurant hostess seated me, and I nervously waited for my best friend’s wife. I felt ashamed that I was meeting Joyce alone in this way, though I wasn’t doing it for the same reasons that I suspected Anna and Mike were meeting.Joyce came through the restaurant entrance, scanned the tables, and spotted me. She pointed to me, looking at the hostess, and walked across the restaurant to take a seat at my table.“Roy?” she asked. Id never been particularly close with my Gran, but that wasnt what bothered me. She lived alone, in an apartment three hours drive away. There would be nothing to do, and no-one to do it with. Of course, all my whining achieved exactly nothing. And eight days later, I sat morosely on Grans sofa, while she walked my parents to their car. Four weeks – four endless weeks, buried in this tomb. Grandma liked oldies music. She only had an ancient TV, and it sure didnt look, as if I would be able to.