Soon she accepts his kisses though she does not return them. Forcing her mouth open, rubbing her teeth with his tongue he stops and tells her to kiss ...im back. She shakes her head no so he grabs her hair in his left fist, her full right breast in his right and hurts her badly by pulling hard on her hair and pinching the soft white skin under her breast and arm. She withers in pain for a moment before begging him to stop. When she says she will return his kiss he tests her. Not the response of a. "Umm, let me just ask my dad," I replied. "Kay." Hey dad is it all right if I go to a friends house and spend the night?" I yelled into the living room."THE FUCK? MEN DON'T HAVE SLUMBER PARTIES," came his response. "No no, da-" FINE JUST GO!"There was no point in explaining anything to my father, he was just to narrow minded. I went up stairs to clean up and pack my things.A half hour later I was riding my bike to Hannah's. She only lived about a mile from my place, and before long I arrived.. "You do?" Sure," I nodded easily. "That doesn't change at any age."I could see the burning question churning around inside her blonde head and I waited for it to come out. But it didn't so I pushed the question."Does that surprise you?" I asked her. I wasn't trying to raise the matter of sex but just attempting to get her to speak her mind.She shrugged, looking away. "I guess so." Well," I said casually as I could, "I think anyone has the right to live their own life too, more or less."She kept. I’ll not do that again, though Terrence, my grandson, will be around to do it tomorrow. Now she was confined to her room. A fall had shattered her hip and the doctors had said it was impossible, given her age, to replace it. So now all she had were her memories as the nurse, paid for by her family, helped her settle on her bed.She remembered vividly the times she had spent in that garden. Bill, her husband, had bought the house just over 61 years ago before they had got married and she’d fallen.