I have a meeting with representatives from Krauss-Maffei.I get a knock on my office door as I am getting things ready for the meeting. I say, “Come ...n.”Grandpa opens the door, complaining, “I don’t know why you are dragging me along to this thing, but Ellen insisted I come anyway.”“I need a legal adult to give us some credibility. Don’t worry. You don’t have to do or say anything. Just try not to look bored.”“That better be the way it is because I have no clue what you even do. Why the hell are. How could he keep up a pretence ofenjoying the date when the thought of being with a man made him feelphysically sick?He looked at the letter again - "you'll not be put under any pressureto do anything you don't want to do...." Did that include not going inthe first place he wondered? He went back to his room to get his phoneto tell Emma that he couldn't go through with it but, as he did so, hesaw his new red satin dress draped over the chair in his bedroom andhis mind went back to the joy he'd. Ruggedly handsome, some might say, “primitive” might be the de***********ion of others. I call him “my Denisovan.” A wide forehead, slightly sloping back from heavy brows that roof eyes a little on the small side. His cheekbones are prominent, as is the jaw. His nose is also prominent, in fact, lips, chin, every feature of that face is prominent. Maybe it’s a face only an artist could love.From the neck down, however… The only adjective I can possibly use is “flawless.” Muscular, of. She really took after her mom. I was watching her grow into a beautiful young woman. Her breasts weren't really large yet, but you could tell she was developing nicely. I was really beginning to admire her figure. At times I found myself fantasizing about what she looked like naked, and every time I chastised myself. She was, after all, my step daughter.In time, I forced myself to start dating again. I needed to find some female companionship, to get some intimacy back in my life. Jerking.