We sat. The coffee, tea, and snacks were served from the trunk. Mary beganwith the weather. Kim turned the conversation toward food prices. I notedthe...dangers of processed food. Lisa mentioned cancer and healthierliving. The conversation rambled.And then it took an unexpected turn. My guests glanced nervously at eachother."Our community is very private," Kim assured me."People are very discrete here," Lisa added."We're very tolerant, especially of one another," Mary said.I said nothing. I did. By 8:30, they came out. Grandfather is in a cotton dress, neatly pressed. I was shocked and stunned to see her. She was in a red colored old style silk sari, probably my grandmother’s. She didn’t talk to me. She looked at me for a moment and both started walking towards the fields.After five minutes, I started running towards the fields and I surely didn’t lose the sight of them. They were midway to the place of the fuck. I went behind them and kept an audible distant on the other way. I heard. . add Grace ... and Michigan sidewalks? I woke up in the Student Health Center."I don't understand it," she was telling the nurse. "He always bashes his head when we're out running."She was holding my hand for comfort."Have you tried running beside him?" suggested the nurse.It took a second. Grace looked down."It's not your front," she said.Grace turned red! She dropped my hand and slapped me. "MEN are such PIGS! You're MY BROTHER!" You have a mighty fine butt," I tried my winningest. She was what could be termed as being plain, not even a pretty or popular girl, perhaps even a butterface, but I think that's what made her appealing to me, and of course that and the thought of nailing this nice petite body for a weekend of course.She had a mousy blonde haircut that would be described as a very simple straight fringe and straight trimmed to shoulder length - something a post war pre high school girl might have - very plain but functional, you knew she was girl. Her dress sense.