My hand moved another inch and slid across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the denim. I wanted to squeeze her.Instead, I chickened out an... let my hand drop to my side.My sister glanced at me and then she released me and took a step away. I must have weirded her out. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it, her cheeks scarlet. She typed with stiff movements.My own was vibrating with notifications in my pocket. I swallowed, missing the feel of my sister against me. I. "So, you're that new, young adventurer, right?"He takes a long draught from his cigar. For an innkeeper, he's young, though his short hair is already greyed. The thirty years, you estimate, of his life must have been stressful to give him such a weathered appearance. Still, you think he's somewhat attractive, not that you'd ever tell him that. You're here on important business.His eyes meet yours. "Ever been in a dungeon before?" Of course." You might barely be an adult, but you've explored. Instead, he extended his hand out and offered as a sip of his rum which he had been drinking straight from the bottle.I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked...well... like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my. Susan stood up in her high heels and pulled her short skirt down tohide her stocking-tops, and held onto her Grandfather's big, rough handas he also stood towering over her.He bent down and put his face close to hers and said, "See you later,Love," and briefly kissed her on the lips."Bye, Granddad," Susan replied, and watched the huge man walk from thekitchen. She walked over to the sink and started washing up the dirtydishes.Looking out of the kitchen window, her gaze taking in the view.