Maggie choked on her tea, “Entrance?” 'It’s between my legs,' she thought wickedly.“Yes, where does the cable come in from the outside?” he ...larified.“Oh, that’s in the front bedroom,” she answered as she felt a hint of moisture dampening her panties.She watched as Amos bent over to check the cable connection and wondered what that fine ass would look like without pants. 'Jesus, Maggie, get ahold of yourself,' she thought.“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that connection. Let’s go see what. It had the newest kitchen and bathroom, a laundry too, I even had a dishwasher and dryer. My lounge had the newest tech as well, huge tv, get stereo system and a few game consoles to go with it. I was a deep sleeper and often had trouble getting up in time for work.ThiefIt was an easy place to get into, terrible security, and when I got inside I just had to choose a room and pick the lock. I entered one of the rooms and looked around briefly, adjusting my eyes to the dark. I walked straight. Getting old ain’t for sissies.” She sighed and shook her head from side to side then turned to look up at the band and the few remaining couples dancing, before she turned back to me and sighed.“You’re not that old,” I said, looking at the lines around her eyes and mouth, the graying hair, her dull, loose skin. Suddenly I remembered Nina’s long strawberry blonde hair flowing halfway down her back, her smooth radiant skin, the sexy tight dress, still upset for missing my chance to take. She was the grandma who always kept a secret box for me: one with dresses and makeup and other girlie stuff. She could see past my male exterior and focus on the girl within. Even when I was little, she'd sneakily call me 'Elfi' when nobody was watching.Grandma Jutta looked after me, and cared for me, and supported me through my transition. It had caused a family schism, but Grandma was tough, and she fought my corner. Few people were brave enough to argue with the undisputed matriarch of the.