"Now I thought that was all there was to the story. Like I said, I don't think Dawn lied to me. We were in a better place when she told me all that, a...d I'd like to think she didn't hide anything from me. But one thing that always bothered me was how she claimed that Rutledge wasn't a sexual predator. Sure, he wanted to bang hot coeds, and he has a history of doing so. We both know he's nailing Samantha Hitchcock. But Dawn claimed that he doesn't trade grades for sex." That part, unfortunately,. He didn’t want to have to mourn with a bunch of disapproving strangers.“Oh, I’m sorry you can’t make it. But I wanted to ask you, will you be available at all this weekend? I will be coming back on Friday to start going through some of my mother’s things, and I really would like to talk to you.”“Do you want me to move out?”“Oh, no, that’s not it at all! Don’t think about it, please stay! But I would like to talk if you could make the time. There are so many things I want to say to you, to try. She breathed heavily in my ear and screamed her lungs out. I looked at her and she had that bright smile on her face that I knew all too well. "What are you smiling at?", I said, "I'm not done with you yet. You got that? Huh?" "What the fuck are you waiting for?", she said, "go ahead and finish me off. Finish fucking me off. You fuck me good." . I knew Grandma would be out visiting friends when I got back in from school, as she always was on a Friday afternoon, which of course meant I would have some time on my own again with Grandpa.Did I ask him to show me again? Did I give him a peek at my panties (I had asked my mom to bring a selection of clothes over, knowing that one of my shorter skirts was to be included in this, at my casual requeat)? What could I do to have the effect that I had yesterday? Was it possible for me to also make.