"We've got about three minutes before they break in here. Put her down!"I threw him the blanket."Wrap her up," I screamed at him. "Wrap her up!"I knel... beside him with the doll."Molly Benton," I said. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a day out of her life, but I wasn't planning on telling her. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much. Chris and Ray came and gave love and asked me a million and one questions then turned their attention to my friends who didn't seem to mind. Last but not least Mr. Michael Lee he walked over to me hovering over me before he could get anything out tears rolled down my cheeks he wiped them and hugged me tightly and whispered... "I miss you the shit outta you." Michael...Michael how can I explain my relationship with him? He was the one that was there from jump a lost Freshman who's mind was. "Your husband is very nice," Lori said, deliberately running her hand along his upper arm. Rob shivered, looking as he wanted to run away and hide someplace. "I like him."After a few minutes, Lori got to her feet and said she had to go. "Will you see me to the door, Mr. Henderson?" she asked in a low voice."Well, sure," he mumbled, getting to his feet and moving awkwardly, trying his best to conceal the bulge in his pants.Lori hooked her hand into his elbow, sliding close to him as they went to. My FULL HEAD OF HAIR even in my late 50s was GRIPPABLE and ONE could PLAY with it. I always tried to wear my HAIR like the GRANDPAS in my "sexy vintage old man" photos. Neatly OILED AND COMBED. I was SWEATY TOO by this time, merely by account of my GRANDPA. He undressed me quietly and looked into my eyes once in a while. He was trying to TEASE ME but not making the move to KISS me. I bent forward a bit and ran my TONGUE over his sideburns lapping up all the CARNAL OOZE GLISTENING THERE. I.