“Come on Gran, don’t cry. It’s not that bad. You’ll sort something out,” I whispered pulling her to me. She leaned in gladly, sighed and res...ed her head against my shoulder. “It’s no good darling. We’re finished, your Granddad and me.” I wanted to correct her English, but it wasn’t the time. “Still love him you know,” she rasped. Her forearm dropped and rested across my thigh, our legs were close together from hip to knee and the heat generated between us was remarkable. “Course you do. And I. He came to me and I left the other guy and we just started dancing. He turn me around as I started rubbing him with my ass. He hold hand up in the air as the other was on my hip. He started to place my arm around his neck I could barely hold on to him. His hand started to run down my arm, to my side, down my tits and on to my hips. I was already turn on by that. We dance for I don't know how long. Than he got me a shoot and we went back dancing, but this time we face each other and he started. Maybe it’s proving my manhood over and over again when she always comes home to me over another lover.That evening, I told Michelle what I’d learned about Brett McKenzie. I told her what I found out about how enamored he was with her but not that he wanted to take her and keep her. I suspected the possibility was real that I’d regret it but that little nagging doubt made it that much more enticing to me.I told Michelle that this decision was totally up to her, that I’d be able to manage without. I glanced to the side and saw that Sandrine had her hands exactly the same way as Danielle, except she was bouncing them lightly against her lips. As the shooter crossed the blue line she put her head down and shut her eyes. The shooter tried the same thing he had the first time, but the goaltender was better able to defend the effort and the shot went wide. Sandrine looked up and I heard a whispered, “Fuck.” I wasn’t surprised to see the same extra moisture in her eyes I’d seen in Danielle’s..