After parking, the two lovers stroll through the city’s festival. They enjoy a few rides and some of the tasty treats the vendors are selling. They ...take in a couple shows and events with others showing off their skills with their hover bikes. After a couple hours they have a serious lunch in the city center where the festival cook-off takes place. Lucy walks by Roman’s side, grinning and laughing the whole time.The food is good and the drinks are cold. There is a small local band playing music. He taps the bed beside him, and I take a seat, still only dressed in my towel. As I take my seat, he places his strong hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing softly. “he cant tell anyone Freya, you know what people will say, they’ll think im a monster” his words made sense with me, it wasn’t likely much of the blame would be at my feet, I had only been a teenager when all this started. “ I don’t want them to think that… I can talk to him, see what he knows” I suggest. My grandfather nods his. He was wearing only a tshirt and his penis hung between his legs, half hard with a bead of fluid clinging to the tip. "Good Morning." he said while plopping down onto the couch beside me. He took a huge drink of milk nearly finishing it before even starting to eat. My mom hurried and refilled his glass. "Where's Chris?" he asked after noticing his absence."I think he went to play football with his friends." My mom said while setting a new cold glass of milk in front of Daddy."Well he better. How did they know I loved Mexican beer?"Orlie's got some Budweiser, if you prefer it," Gloria called from the kitchen, "but I told Orlie you looked like you could go for a Mexican!" She giggled at her little double entendre, and I answered, just as lustily, "I've always had a thing for Mexicans!"Orlie and Gloria came in, carrying their own beers, and Maria had what I assumed was a Coke on ice. "Maria and I aren't Mexicans," Orlie said."Oh, you're Americans?" I asked, assuming she meant they.