I was 62 and fearful whenever I babysat the grandchildren. At half-term I had both grandkids to watch on my own. ‘Karate’, six, was my son Dan Bla...ck’s boy Daniel, the Fourth Dan in our family. He was in a shop across the way, where I could see the only door from where I sat.“Okay, Gramps,” Katie answered me brightly, wheeling her toy pushchair around where I sat on a long circular bench in a broad covered walkway.“Hello, Dan, mind if I sit?”A silver-haired woman hovered next to me, holding a. As I started to get up Tom remarked, "So what did you guys decide last night?"I knew what he was talking about but was surprised that he knew so I cautiously queried, "Not to be coy but what makes you think we were deciding something last night?"Tom answered, "I know it may seem like it's none of my business but my womenfolk all talk. All that talk yesterday between the twins and your women at every turn could only be them politicking for what they want. Your women seemed to be agreeable and I. Jack walked to the island bar and began preparing a set of drinks, watching me in my amazement. It was like he was constantly in my head, analyzing my thoughts and taking comfort in them. I made my way to the west window and stared out at the beach. The ocean was roaring in displeasure, rain demolishing any iota of a reflective sheen.Before I was aware of it, Jack was behind me, once again, drinks in hand. "It's a nice view, huh?"I jumped and turned. Jack grinned kindly, canines displayed in. My heart skips a beat – or is it two – as I become mesmerized by the wiggle of her ass. She catches me staring.“A penny for your thoughts Meg.”I stand there silently, just staring at her.“Are you OK? You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”I hesitate, not really hearing her. I’m awestruck.“Meg? Meg? Meg?”I’m jolted out of my stupor.“I asked if you’re OK.”“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine Erica. I just was just thinking.”“Thinking?”“Yeah, thinking.”“About what?”“About us. About what we just.