A repeat of what happened last time was definitely not on his mind, although Dahlia’s toast was just right. Not many people know how to make perfect...toast. He held up his hands and thought a while. Then he looked at the pretty girl student who was full of life, energy, excitement and of course the downside, a nonstop conversationalist. ‘I agree if Helen does. You keep to the spare bedroom. That is your domain. Is that clear?’ ‘Crystal clear! What about my rent? I can do favours.’ ‘Favours?’. I'll be back though. Go on and eat up. I'll be right back."The cookies were pretty good. Chocolate chip. I had three or four and then finished up my drink by the time Mr. Conners came back.He sat down on a sofa across from me and laid a familiar little gray sweatshirt across his lap. He set a little hand mirror on top of that.He folded his arms and glanced between me and his watch every few moments like he expected something to happen."How do you feel?" he asked."Fine I guess," I said but just. “You have any paint?” I asked Trish. “We can take care of some of those scratches at least.”“Yes, I have paint that matches the camouflage colors. You’ll need to apply one color at a time and wait for it to dry,” she told me, as she opened the supply room and handed out spray cans of paint.“Right, Luther and I can do the painting. Even if we don’t have time to finish it, the truck will still look better than it does now,” I told her. We did get most of the paint scheme restored before we needed. ''Dam baby what man in his right mind would turn down a piece of you pussy like this, daughter or not.'' His eyes bore into me as he came up behind me and locked me in his arms. Before I knew what was happening grandpa's hands were all over me, touching me in all the right places that he knew I would be aroused. ''What about it honey, you want to give it up for your old grandpa, I promise you won't be sorry.'' By now I was so turned on until I think I would have agreed to almost anything just.