"She's upstairs turnin some tap on in the cupboard Pa, I was elpin er."I took a deep breath and closed the airing cupboard doors, my legs feltlike jel...y."I'm here Mister Hughes, I had to turn the hot water tank on." My voicesounded small and quivery in my head.He looked up at me smiling, that leering smile of his, it made me wantto check my skirt was back straight, pull the hem down further, I wishedI was wearing trousers."Ahh there ya are girl, just tellin you, your comin up for supper. If only I hadn’t groped her breasts. If only it hadn’t happen. But all of it had happened and now I must live with it. I had molested my grand daughter. I finally settled down on the sofa bed I had earlier made up for Kristy to sleep in. How ironic, I was sleeping in her bed and she was sound asleep in mine. As least she could sleep, that’s a whole lot better than I was doing. But after awhile, I did manage to drift off for some much needed rest, if not a sound sleep. When I awoke with a. There. Happy now?"She went all wide-eyed. "What, your wife's little sister? Isn't that illegal? Isn't that incest or something?" Er no, Jessica, it isn't." I knew I had to play along if I was going to get where I wanted to be (which, for the sake of clarity, was inside her knickers). She giggled. "Suppose it's ok then. Or at least I'll consider it." Consider it?" Why, yes. What's the big rush? I'm gonna be living with you guys for a few weeks, correct?" Yeah, but..." But what, Mark?" Well, you. This is Elizabeth Johansson, a sophomore; or, a second year student for our viewers back home. She is the only one in the fast lane and cuts through the water like a dolphin. After five more turns she pulls herself out of the water. She slides her goggles up onto her forehead and checks her time on the pace clock on the wall. At the same time she discreetly looks towards us sitting in the stands. She has just the slightest of smiles on her face as she pulls her arms behind her back to stretch..