"Wade, you're eighteen, now, and it sounds a little c***dish for you to still call me Ma-Maw all the time. Not to mention that it makes me feel so old... So how about you call me by my name - Sarah?" Really?" he asked, shaking his head."At least while we're alone, honey. When we're around your parents, or anyone else who knows that you're my grandson, you can call me 'Grandma' or maybe just 'Gram'. Think you could do that for me?" Sure...I can do that for you," he grinned, watching her hips sway. She kissed me for a long time. "Wanna see a movie at the mall?" She asked. "Sure why not" I replied. We grabbed our stuff and went to the mall. Out side was a man sitting against a wall with a cup and some change in It. I looked at him not thinking much of him, then I did a double take. It was him, the man that stabbed me. Savannah was holding my hand and I stopped pulling her to a stop to. "Ow why did you do that?" She asked me. "It's him" I whispered"Who?" Our first date" I slightly lifted my. S.. SE...VEN! - Please No More!' I yelled out.'I said … Shut the fuck up! – Count you little piece of shit!''EIGHT – - FUCK – OUCH!'I tried to free a hand to protect my ass but he held it down too firmly.'NINE!' I could hardly speak, my face was so screwed up tight in pain.'TEN!' That last one hurt, really hurt. He didn't hold back - I started sobbing. Then he made me stand up in front of him. I was shaking. I clasped my hands over my cock and balls perhaps a little ashamed of my erection. I. Well, maybe there was something to the whole Nessie sightings thing. I never thought much of it to be truthful, but hearing it in the eleventh century? Well, maybe I’ll pay closer attention. We walked the horses close to the shore line before dismounting. My legs were incredibly stiff and sore. When I climbed off I almost groaned out loud at how sore I was. I watched Tilda, and she simply hopped down and went about setting the picnic up. I wanted to do that! Giving myself a strong mental.