We weren’t the first there. Both of John and Helen’s kids, Allen and Rachel, had left the nest years ago, so I knew it wasn’t their cars in the ...riveway. We walked up the driveway and rang the bell, and Helen opened the door. She had a cordless telephone to her ear and looked terribly distracted. “Oh, good, you’re here! No, some people at the door...”, she then said into the phone. I smiled at Marilyn. Helen kept on with her two-way conversation until her husband came up to us and took the. She was unhappy with the simplicity of merely deriving Pop Art from cartoons and adverts."He makes it so-o-o simple! Dots from cartoons. Warhol's shoe adverts. Rosenquist's billboards! And it's all American pop. And he slights Oldenburg, even though he was an American, because he was born in Sweden! The Op Art class is so different. Maybe it's because Bridget Riley is a British woman and Vasarely was a Hungarian. And so many of them grew out of the Bauhaus. And Albers moved to the US, anyway.". I started to go to lengths to deceive her on my whereabouts and actions. I spent time watching her while trying not to be watched. I wanted to figure out what she knew and what she would do with any knowledge if she knew about it.It wasn't to great effect - I learnt next to nothing.But something else happened, actually an idea.You see, mentally I have been boasting to myself about how great a challenge it was to get my grandmother to be my slave. It was the greatest huddle a man could ever do,. There was real chemistry between us. “There is so much I want to try” Jane softly said to me. “So much I have missed out on” she continued regretfully. “We can do anything you want” I promised, and Jane licked my neck and felt my hard thick cock through the blue cotton shorts I usually wear to bed where of course I was heading alone only a quarter of an hour ago. Jane rubbed my cock again softly and stared at it bulging out the material with a gleeful look before practically ripping my shorts.