Yawning, you change into your outfit for the day: a pretty skirt that heads down a bit past your knees and a one of your favorite blouses, along with ...asic, relatively short heels. You slip down to the kitchen expecting to see your grandparents there waiting for you, but it is eerily empty. "Grammy? Pappy?" You head back up stairs and knock on the door to their bedroom, and get no response. Turning the handle, you open the door and dread fills your heart. Your grandparents lie there on the bed,. Her dress was pretty simple,white but with vertical pink stripes."Right, bonnet." Dawn looked mutinous and Pamela did her Voice of Godbit."You don't have to *keep* it on Dawn. But the first part is to get usin the mood, OK?"She put a bonnet on Dawn's head, in keeping with the dress it was whitebut had a pink ribbon threaded through which tied under the chin. Igasped at the effect. Dawn looked adorable, so cute a litter of puppieswould struggle to compete. Pamela smiled at her."Wish I had a. And it could have been that way, too, nothing ­really suspicious there. So that far you’re clear.”“Any more?” I ask.“Yeah, here,” he says, handling me a folded-up newspaper. It’s a small-town biweekly, but we hit the right day, it’s on the front page, Would-Be Carjacker Arrested.I scan the article quickly. The “suspect” seems to have a history of car theft, it says, and was also being held for possession of “an illegal substance”—crack, at a guess. He’d been treated for his “injuries”—that. Slowly she lifted the garment to the revelation of her shapely legs her flawless skin groomed to perfection, her generous panty-clad sex puffy and prominent, her smooth flat abs tapering up to the tilt of her tits topped with her succulent sexy nipples, and at last flinging the frock from her arms she stood nearly naked before them, her eyes fixed on Vi’s to judge the girl’s response. Cliff studied the familiar revelation of his wife’s luscious body at full stretch with pleasure, and as he did.