I get horny thinking a lot about you.”“Really, about me, I don't know if that’s natural enough.”“Grandma, will you teach me how to have sex?...��“Teach you?”“Show me.”“Show you? Honey, I’m not sure I know what you mean.”“I want to have sex. And I want you to teach me and I want it to be with you.”“But . . . I’m your grandmother.”“I know, and I trust you, and love you, will you let me pleasure you, or at least try?” The silence was exactly what I was waiting for. My grandmother was very still now,. Take school, for example. Sarah didn't really know what school was about, but she figured that she couldn't make up for missing ten years of school in a few weeks, even if she was reading everything she could get hold of. So she expected that lots of the other kids would think she was stupid, and she wouldn't do very well at school. But it wouldn't matter, it would be like Jill and Eddie playing volleyball. They were just happy to get what they could, knowing they were doing their best. That's. Looking around I noticed that Ashley seemed to be the only one in the place that wasn't working. That made me feel so happy and special that my girl was on my arm in a place full of lone men. At this point I cut myself off from any more alcohol as I didn't want to spend my night drinking only to succumb to whiskey-dick. Ashley ordered a drink and sat eagerly waiting for it with a grin on her face that I can still picture.Ashley is a very bubbly fun person to be around and her aura is. Unless an antidote existed somewhere, something that reversedthe effects of the Adam to Eve virus, John Tetras remained a memory.Except I refused to let that happen. I had no intention of living mylife as a girl. I worried Mom might say something else about Bradley. Like she mighthave noticed the way he looked at me or recognized him from a picture orsomething. My feud with Bradley was a private one. I preferred to eventhings out in my own way, in my own time. But I needn't have worried.The.