" Jock's voice was still level, but there was an undercurrent of deep anger."Stories alone are not illegal," I said. "I take it there are no pictures?... I looked, but found none," he replied. "Believe me, I looked. Some of his search strings are pretty dubious, but his ISP has an effective filter, so there's nothing there."I cocked my head. "Well, that's good, isn't it?" I so want to nail that bastard," Jock replied. My eyebrows rose. "Don't think for a moment you're the only one taken in. The rumble of his truck rolling down the highway was my first clue and it did wonders for my morning wood. As I was laying there enjoying the feeling of being a trucker’s bitch, I realized that we were pulling off of the highway. Still laying there and not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet, I yelled to Sam, “I hope we are stopping for some food and a shower because I could use both.” After coming to a stop Sam replied, “What would you like for breakfast? I’ll go get it since you aren’t. .. or lack thereof... not the least of which was 'Is my baby girl still a virgin?' and 'Why would she want to know?'Finally I ventured a soft reply, "Yes, Baby, I still like it. But I haven't tried it since your grandmother died." I thought so, Grandpa. Why don't you go out on any dates?" Oh, honey, I'm too old to date now."Her left hand began rubbing my chest. "No, you're not, Grandpa. Lots of ladies would love to go on dates with you. And I'll bet most of them would have sex with you if you. Now things are different. There are issues…I agree…I accept that…give me some time to work through this…try to find some answers…solutions…’ ‘Time…I’ve got lots of that. Life’s a bitch sometimes, isn’t it?’ She went to hug me… ‘I’m not going anywhere and have no romantic interests on the horizon…but I…shit! Don’t dawdle, Jeffrey! Keep me or let me go but either way it’s got to have finality. I will never hate you…could never hate you…will always love you…even if you do the right thing for you.