A flashing vision of the carjacker's blood on my hands made me stop and take a deep breath. I didn't have time for this crap.Keven was sitting in the ...iving room with one of my notepads in his lap. He had a pencil flying over the paper, sketching something. As I entered the room, his dark eyes rose from the paper and he smiled. Closing the notepad and setting it aside, he rose to his feet and walked up to me, taking my hands in his. "How do you feel this morning?"I looked down, noticing small. " Guess I am baby. Bedtime for me." We'll talk again soon. I love you, Nan." I love you too, sweetie. G'night." After hanging up, Jack decided to get a little visual stimulation before bed. He went to his favorite amateur video site and typed "making love" in the search box. Being a romantic, he preferred the full seductive buildup to penetration and orgasm. Without that, the genital slapping did nothing for him. The first hit he got was a new one. It was titled, "Grandma and Grandson Make. Those cases held everything from seventeenth-century double elephant folios with their full-page plates, hand-tinted and tissue-guarded, to fifties lesbian pulp paperbacks in their worn and garish wrappers. Before moving into the interior, I would always turn to inspect the contents of those locked, glass-fronted shelves, memorising spines for future reference.I had only ever known her father as Bede. Outwardly, he was the least bookish person you could imagine; a lumbering haystack of a man in. My doors were never closed .Papa was quite high that evening perhaps had taken double dose of his usual poppy snuff. He banged the doors of my room open and entered slightly unstable. He sat himself on my bed and started to remove his shoes. I pointed out to him that he was in the wrong place but he said he was in the correct place. After removing the shoes he removed his woolen shawl and threw it on the floor. Then he started removing his clothes one by one. Son he was totally naked. I was.