You grab my shirt and rip it off me. I didn't prepare for that kind of reaction. Your grip around my waist is strong. I try to take the control back. ... take your wrist and bend it back suddenly. Of course its your bad wrist. I grab your dick through your thin slacks and jerk my hand back and forth. You gasp loudly. Exactly the reaction i want. Your mine. I unzip your trousers and command you to take them and your boxers off. You comply oh so easily. I turn around to slip my skirt off and I'm. Lea, I had no idea. But if you want something, you have to go and take it.”Lea’s face blushed nearly purple and Beast did his best to hold back a wicked grin. I’m not sure if he knew who we were talking about, but I had an idea he did.“It’s fine,” Lea finally said. “Like you said, you had no idea. I’m just frustrated.”“I’m not stopping you from doing something about it,” I grumped.“You’re right,” she conceded.Nothing more was said, but the tension between us melted away after that point.Beast,. Her grandfather Peter had come from Belfast runnin’ from the Brits and so she was here, amid the birds and trees and berries and fruit and laughter and she still hated the Brits and their thieving ways and Gregory was her second to oldest child, second to oldest son. And he’d gone wrong. Bernice would sit in her room in the trailer, which smelled of cream and velimints, and watch her own television, as she didn’t like baseball nor my father none whatsoever mind you, though once in a blue moon. Upon her passing, she would deed the property and business to him. He presented a business plan to her that was very impressive to an elderly matron with bad eyesight, and, because he was family, she agreed to his plan and signed the necessary papers that very day.The store itself changed as much as the neighborhood. It had begun as a general store, quite similar to those seen in the Western movies on television (without the cowboys of course) before the great depression by Bernie Harriman's.