“Grandma, whatever you want meto do I’ll do it. And don’t worry. I won’t tell anyonehow much I enjoy giving you massages.̶...;Grandma flipped over onto her back, giggling, neveropening her eyes and said ‘Billy, I know I can trustyou with anything honey. I already know that. We havethat special bond you know.’She pulled the gown down to halfway her chest. Istarted on her shoulders and arms and worked my waydown. When I got to her breasts, I was unsure what. How you doin’? I haven’t seen you in quite a while.”“Dave,” Tommy said as he put out his hand in greeting. “Are you going to be back attending these stupid staff meetings?”“Looks like it. Probably for at least the next six months. I think it’s a punishment assignment.”“How have you been? And how’s that pretty wife? Her name is Molly, right?”“My pretty wife is still as pretty as she ever was,” Dave bragged. “She’s going back to teaching in September. It’s not like we need the money, but she. But knowing the situation they were all in she feared he might be about to tell her that she and Mark had to leave, so he could rent the place to people who could pay the rent. But if that was why he was here, why did he not talk to Mark instead of her? Or, to both of them?Trying to buy time to settle her pounding heart she asked if he wanted a coffee. He asked if he could have a drink, a whiskey, and she fetched him one then sat down again, very nervous now, dreading what he could be about to. After laying those items on the bed I changed into a pair of Andy's boxers and a football jersey, then returned to the bathroom.Andy was just as I had left him. Submerged in the bubbles, just his arms and pantied head visible. Pulling the panties from his head I told him to stand up and hold onto the shower curtain rod with both hands. I took a wash cloth and wiped the excess bubbles off him and then picked up my razor."What is that for?" He asked timidly.I did not answer him. Instead I began.