I hear the bottom side door close and look down. Its my dad and he is walking toward the loft steps. We hold our place and he tosses down four bails o... hay. He heads back down and loks like he is feeding the stock. My aunt (moms younger sister) walks in and closes the door. Dad hooks the door from the inside. That's strange, in no time he had her coat off and laid on the hay bails. She is not like I have seen before, she gets undressed quick and lays on the bails. Come get it, she saidDad walks. Sheepi shly Ipicked up the package and headed for the men's room."AndDaniel,` she called after me, "no socks over the stockings."Moments later, certain the entire restaurant knew what I waswearing beneath my business suit (a real possibility, sincemyshirt was light enough for the black bra to show through, andmy pants short enough for the sheer hose to show at my ankles), Ireturned to our table. As I sat again, Mistress Jennifer reachedfor my crotch, deftly pulled open my fly and pulled out a. “And this,” He said by way of introduction, indicating an elderly lady who was smiling at me from the front seat. “Is my grandma.”“Hello.” I said, feeling like a total fool.“Nice to meet you young man.” Mike’s grandmother said before turning back to the front. Mike made a motion indicating that his grandmother wasn’t entirely sane. That was fine.Mike’s sister pressed against me, forcing my shoulder to press to her mother’s firmly. Mrs. Martin turned to face the window, determined not to look at. He unclipped a flash bang grenade from his shoulder webbing and crept up to the well-lit house. He would not fail Max this time. He motioned for the men behind him to form up. They were like armed ants swarming a picnic.Max watched the scene through night vision goggles. He was sitting in the driver's seat of the van that brought the assault team to the Driscol house. With no rear windows, the black cargo van was the perfect method for getting his team from the bunkhouse to the target while.