I would kick off my shoes, pick the albums, load the turntable and lie back. I would carefully straighten the bed and put everything back exactly, but...I think they knew. It was a Saturday morning in June. I was listening to the Beatles, ‘In My Life’, off the Rubber Soul album I think, when my grandmother burst into the room, yelling at the top of her lungs.She had been calling for me but I didn’t hear her because of the headphones. She was crying. I knew something was wrong. She was a strong. James has part of one arm missing so always sleeps on his back. He had nodded off to sleep and I found myself thinking about Janice, what was the reason for her been so brazen that she would walk the streets nude in daylight. I wondered if this was a night for the van to be parked up. I gently slipped out of bed to look out if the window and yes the big black van was there. I wanted to see inside the van I wanted to see Janice I could not say why. It was such a strong urge that I pulled my gown. "James!" he heard in the bedroom. "The door's locked." He jumped upand headed towards it, quickly, intending to shove it open. "There's abutton above it saying 'exit' but I can't reach it."He stopped his imminent charge. "Is there anything you can step on?" Sorry, honey, good idea, but no," came the instant response.He tried the door anyway, but it wasn't going to budge. Not even whenhe asked her to stand back and did finally charge it. No way in fromthe outside, and no button his side to. I just held my breath for the first few penetrations, trying to balance myself in his lap, impaling my shapely body on his stiff member. I kept the rhythm up as I went up and down on him, over and over again, feeling and fighting back the sensations invading me from inside. Trying not to think about what I was going, not to notice how he was playing with my breasts, how he was pulling my nipples one my one into his mouth slobbering all over them, twisting his tongue all over my round heavy.