He hung his coat on the bannister and looked into the living room, Hannah wasn't there so he assumed she was in the garden sunbathing. He walked throu...h the hall into the kitchen and out of the backdoor. She wasn't there. As he turned to go back into the house he noticed that the window of Hannah’s room had its lights on. He walked quickly inside and upstairs to the door of Hannah's room. He paused for a moment thinking he heard something. Yes, there it was again. A moan. He reached for the. ?As Hatcher told me this, Harmon was kneeling in the corner, but I could tell he was terribly embarrassed that Hatch was telling this story. So I made him go and get us beers in the kitchen, to spare him the gory details.?As I realized how much pain Harmon could take, I began making him do shit for me?the guy was such a submissive. I got my first blowjob from my twin brother, and sometimes I used to tie him to the side of our cow barn and shoot BBs at his cock and balls with our air rifle.?. "Why would I be afraid of her?" Good question, why would you?" That's not helping. I can't even say that I am, much less put a reason to it. What makes you say that's the reason?" Basically it's the only reason I could think of. She knows about you, us. Knows our names, not our faces but still more information than you are comfortable with. She's the only person that knows about you that you didn't tell." That's not true, what about Mr. Rodriguez?" Okay, besides him, but you had no problem. .." I call bullshit!" my granddaughter cried. "9/11 happened on September 11th; that's why they call it 9/11!" Shelly's eyes mocked me in triumph. She knew she had caught me.This was a game we often played. She would challenge me over something I would spout as truth. If she thought I might be wrong, she would research the subject on the Internet and, more often than not, tell me I was full of it. I have begun to use my storytelling as a learning tool for Shelly. She has become very good at.