Once I had sat her back down she jokingly asked me if I was going to keep her panties as a souvenir. I apologised and offered to return them to the ba...hroom straight away. She said no hurry and just leave them on the sofa where I sat and could move them later. We continued to watch the TV but my eyes kept looking down at the panties out of fascination. It wasn’t long before grandma had fallen asleep, which seemed to be an afternoon ritual. I tried to resist but curiosity overtook me and I. She held herself up, muscles cramping, air rushing out and into her lungs."This is so hard on you love; you don't have to stay," and, with a whimper she dropped back, to hung from her arms.He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears, and of her sweat."I shall never leave you," he said, stepping back.The rain began to fall, harder."Take cover."The little slave girl obeyed, running to the house, the thin fabric of her clothes already sticking to her skin.Thunder rumbled in the clouds. In an awkward silence we got back into the car, my initial reaction to what she'd said had come from my gut or even my heart, but I'd had time to think about it during the walk to the car.Dumping the bags in the back, I turned to her."Mum?" I didn't deserve that Tommy."I looked at the tears in her eyes again, she was hurting, I could see that, but so was I."Mum when I saw you walking, no shuffling out through the prison gates, I nearly cried, you were old mum, old and right there and then I. They took a shot at me on the way to lunch."Hey, cunt!"I didn't even flinch, just kept right on walking."Hey CUNT! I'm talkin' to you!"Just keep walking, I told myself, cold sweat prickling me all over."Whassamatter? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Cagney, AKA Tweedle Dumb, made the mistake of touching my shoulder.Whirling on him I asked, "Why? Do you answer to 'dork?'"He'd picked a really, really bad day and place to try to take me on! We were right outside the lunchroom by now, quickly.