As were checking in, a very beautiful young lady, probably in her early twenties, was also checking in. I did my best to mind my manners, but I couldn...��t help but notice her lovely form, as she sported a very low cut, and very short, sundress, which showed off her best assets and her figure. I glanced in her direction as she signed the guest card as I waited for the clerk to hand me my guest card. She gave me a quick glance and a smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Jones,” the clerk announced as she handed. Gazing at her somehow familiar face I say,'Granny, what big eyes you have!''All the better to look at you with,' comes the croaked voice as those very same eyes roam my body slowly.'And what big hands you have granny''All the better to touch you with' Could have seen that coming, but I didn't expect to feel one of those hands, those big strong hands, slide over my knee and slowly up my thigh, under the hem of my dress.'Granny, really!' I say pushing the hand away and in so doing also pushing. There was a single, old 60 Watt light bulb in some kind of underground cavern. Ugh, the smell was that off Jenna. However whatever aroused him was missing in it. He looked around. He was on a concrete platform that was coated in slimy shit. Brown, foamy shit water hurried down a canal in front of him. His head was pounding from the noxious fumes. He was in a sewer. How far had he fallen to realize that an actual sewer smelled pretty much like his bedroom? ‘Jenna! Wake up!’ He poked Jenna. She. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before. Only this time it was more than just barely audible. I with a calming surreptitious stride walked to my fathers room and peered in. There my father with a fistful of mother's hair was violently raping her. He had her head pressed.