" Yeah." Could be." So ... did you? Ask your grandfather?" You mean the Storyteller?" Oh." Well I used to ask him, when I was little, but if he told m... anything specific I don't remember it. Anything real, I mean. Mostly he just repeated the family motto, or launched into another adventure story, or..." Em trailed off."What?" Just stuff about star charts and calculations to find the location for the next package." Your grandfather could write a series of children's books." Don't give him any. We sat fascinated by the interactions between us, him, and them, and when the girl took her top off, she turned to face him, and stood looking directly, as his hand dropped down and he started wanking more deliberately, now he knew she was up for it and it did not bother her, of course my niece was pissed-off and remarked that the bitch was gagging for it.She then sat down while her companion looked over her flat tummy directly at him, as he jerked away, said something, and she stood up and. ”And we headed off. The bar was right down the road.When we arrived, I had trouble opening the passenger door. Bill walked around and opened the door for me. I leaned over and he grabbed me and lifted me out. In the process, my tank top rode up so that my panty-covered ass was exposed. I was quite wobbly and leaned on Bill, who guided me to the front door and escorted me inside. As we approached the bar, guys began whistling and cat-calling. I made my way to a barstool and pulled my tanktop. I was nervous but kept my cool on the outside. I’d faced off against a Demon, a Werewolf, the Mafia, the CIA, the FBI, and some Alien-looking illusionist. We could do this—I could do this. I took a deep breath of the cool night air; it was crisp in my lungs.I felt Violet’s hand grabbing for mine, and my attention snapped back to our surroundings. Looking around, I had to admire the Louvre in all its glory all over again. The pyramids were lit up with what must have been thousands of lights and.