Rate this story My grandmother came to me that first night. I had been caught twice earlier in the day, once looking up her skirt at church of all places and then down her blouse to the abundant cleavage. That second time I saw a private smile where I had only seen surprise the time before. When I awoke, I saw the shadow pass through my door way, closing my door silently behind it. Then it came closer and I smelt grandmothers distinctive perfume before I saw the short curly gray mass of hair and the glint from her over-sized...
