”Since he has not given me any reason not to trust him, I don’t hesitate and squeal, “You can? Show me how!”He kissed my cheek and suggests, �...�It think it would be more comfortable for us to do this on my bed.”I nod my head in agreement. Grampa then picks me up and walks toward his bedroom.While in his arms, I can feel anxious; my heart is beating like crazy, and I wonder if Grampa can hear it.Once inside his room, he lays me down on the bed. In my mind I’m wondering if we should be doing. I turned and looked into the mirror, the transparent adhesive tape formed a cross on each of my nipples, to stop them sticking out.Mum had a smile on her lips, her awkward eleven year old was embarrassed by her bodies growing pains, 'You are becoming a young woman Mariel', she said trying to reassure me, 'these changes will become more evident as you grow older'.I was still studying myself in the mirror, my breasts were small, so small I was yet still to wear my first brassiere, but my nipples. But before we both came I asked you to stop. You growled in annoyance but I promised you it would be worth it. During one of our countless conversations at work you confessed to me that you have a panty fetish; you jerk off while inhaling soiled panties and actually use said panty to squirt your seed on when you were done. I reached underneath my pillow for my cotton panties I hid there because I knew you'd be "liberating" them from me. You cocked an eyebrow as you watched me slip those panties. “Yeah, my arm hurts some. It’s hurt for almost 10 years. Guess what? It’s always going to hurt. I cut back the medication to a level where I could think for more than five seconds at a time and still keep the pain manageable. I’m not going off of it altogether for a while. But I’m not going to become reliant on medication. I’m not going to become addicted to the stuff.”“Jesus Christ,” Liz said, shaking her head.“And I’m not going to become reliant on handouts from you to survive,” I added for.