I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, act...ally. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic. We hugged, just holding each other for a moment. We really didn’t think this was going to come together, but here he was. Breaking the embrace first, he gently stepped back. ‘It’s really good to see you,’ he said. The smile was still there, but softer. Bit of a sensual look there, a wicked part of my mind said. I told that part of my mind to shut up for the moment. His tenor voice held a bit of roughness from what he had told me was a recently-quit 15-year addiction to cigarettes. That’s a. Nothing worked and my grades continued to fail. I think my parents had all but given up on me. I heard my dad say that maybe they could send me to a vocational school to be a welder or a plumber. Not that these were bad trades just he was hoping for more of a law school degree, like most parent I am sure.It was late one night when the call came. One of my grandparents who lived out of the state offered for the family to come stay the summer with them at their summer cottage on the lake. I. It was the livelihood of a lot of the extended family members."What is your idea, Grandpa?" I asked.He really liked me and I knew he wanted to help me out."Show me your plans for your building and tell me exactly what you want to do. I know you have had people, engineers and architects coming out here. Show me what plans you have." Grandpa, I asked you if it was all right to have the people come to measure and make plans up for ideas. I would never go behind your back. I respect you too much to.