I’m not stopping you.”Rachael looked around, searching. “Where are my clothes?”“You weren’t dressed when you came to bed last night.”“...’m talking about my panties.”Grandpa searched under the covers, smiled, and held them up between his fingers. “Found them. They’re really small. I like yellow. Can I keep them?”“No!” Rachael laughed and grabbed them, rolling out of bed and dashing for the bathroom, her bladder calling. She closed the door, sat and sighed as she peed. She still felt strange.. Mom sort of took her under her wing so that she became accustomed to living in Chicago fairly quickly. As with other Filipino c***dren we call older adults uncle or aunty, thus she was auntie Edith to us.Mom was able to call one of her friends at a travel agency who got her a ticket for the afternoon. After mom packed a small suitcase we picked up Edith for the ride to the airport. Edith put her overnight bag in between Jojo and I in the back seat. When Edith got into the car we could smell her. It's when Amelia starts her Soccer Camp too, so I candrop you off on the way." It's women's work," I said bitterly."No it's not. Well..yes....they're all women who work there at themoment, but it's not women's work."Mum was right. I didn't want to work with other men. The thoughtterrified me. But the thought of being surrounded by little boys andgirls frightened me even more, with memories of school bullies and nastylittle girls coming flooding back."I won't know anyone," I said, somewhat. One night, she decided to let me touch for the sake of my curiosity. She told me that she thought of it for a long time. She thought it wouldn't hurt her principles in life that the man she marries will be the man to touch her. All I did was grope her boobs just a few strokes. It was so soft and firm. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I don't want be abusive.The next thing I thought of.