Seemingly out of nowhere, a woman sat beside Robert and lit up a cigarette. She looked over at him and said in a distinctively German accent, ‘I lik... a man who enjoys a good bourbon’. Robert cracked a smile for the first time that night, exclaiming, ‘FINALLY some recognition for the classics!’ The woman ordered a martini. Robert was typically un-phased by the hordes of girls who circulated through the place but there was something unusually intriguing about this woman. She appeared to be about. You're right, of course. This is Laura Watson, my fiancée."Laura was quaking but came to her and said, "Thank you for having me here, Missus..."That was all she got out before Mother Munroe enveloped her in a hug holding her tightly. I could hear her whisper, "I'm so glad you came into Paul's life. He needed someone more than he knew. You're lovely." She released Laura a little and said, "Come in and let's get to know each other." She didn't release Laura but pulled both of us into the living. "Well forget about it. You belong to me, now and forever."He threw me to the floor."And while you're hanging with those sluts at that school, you remember who gets this pussy."He picked me up and threw me onto a chair. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, then he got on me and spread my legs."Grandpa, please," I cried. "You're scaring me." Am I," he asked, taunting. "Well I have something for you to be scared of."He pushed my panties asided and shoved into me fast and hard. I yelled. ”It was like the bicycle lock he had been given but never used, the one that might have prevented his bike from being stolen. Rigby had heard about that a dozen or so times, and the unused lock was now hanging from his room’s doorknob.The teacher looked around and saw that several people could not get their locks open. “Get some help; help each other,” she said showing a girl in the front row to do it. It took ten or fifteen minutes until everybody could get their locks open. She made them all.