Don't you, girlie?" Of course I do, Grandma," I replied. It didn't seem possible, butGrandma Winthrop had become a bigger pain in the ass than John ha... everbeen. "It was your wish that did this to you. Don't you even remembermaking your wish, Grandma?"Grandma stared at me. "That's right, you're one of them weird wishgrantor people. I almost forgot all about that. I'm sure you know thatmy memory is not nearly as good as it used to be, girlie." Grandmafrowned as she looked at herself in the. I'll do my best," Bob said. He didn't seem real sure of himself."You have an opportunity here," I said. "Use time during break to study your playbook. You could join Chip, me and some of the other receivers. We meet two afternoons a week to practice our passing game. It would help you be ready to exploit the opening in our lineup." I could do that," Bob said. "Do you know who I talk to about joining in?" You can talk with me," I answered. "I'll let Chip know." I gave Bob the details about our. He rubbed his hand across my back feeling the straps of the bra I was wearing as part of a nice ensemble under my clothes. Even with my father present I still needed the feel of satin and lace against my skin. Feeling even more brazen we started to kiss. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue as he lowered his hand into my pants taking hold of my pink satin panties and tugging them applying pressure to my ever hardening boy clit. I stiffled a moan for fear of waking Dad up.I brushed my hand. I managed to avoid the pimps, they all thought I could earn myself (and them!!) a mint, I was young, pretty if I pretended too I was onto a winner, but I resisted, though on the cold nights when I couldn’t afford a room, I smelt bad and was dirty I nearly took them up.Through out this there was this one guy I saw every morning and evening outside Sheffield Mainline, he refused to give me money but always bought me coffee and breakfast, then a sandwich on his way home. On Friday’s he bought me.