." He said as if this explained everything, but seeing Veronica's puzzled expression he continued. "Sometimes we get 'glimpses' of things that could h...appen as well as those that have happened, in most cases there is nothing we can do about them, we're only seeing them, like watching a television programme, we can't interact with these or vice-versa, but it would seem that somehow..." He broke off in thought.But Veronica finished off his sentence, "Somehow my future... grand-daughter? Managed.". " she changed to a facsimile of a breathless new reporterette, "one of those horrible paranoid gun nuts, sir!" My house. My rights. And even though it's a nice neighborhood, you never know. Last year I sat with scared neighbors for twenty minutes waiting for cops to show up. Daughter's loser boyfriend broke into the garage and stole a bunch of stuff. Twenty minutes. Not good odds." And you KNOW I'm kidding. What pistols do you have?"Something in her eyes... "I'll show you mine if you show me. Gary demanded, leading her over to an old desk top computer and old style colour monitor. "Oh god. Hes going to show me hes discovered on line shopping". She naively thought. Gary nudged his badly stained mouse and the screen come to life as the screen saver disabled. On the screen was a website she had never heard of. A porn website "xhamster". "I really need to go". She nervously blurted out "No, you really need to stay my dear". He slurred. Gary clicked the top right of his screen bringing. When Ruth had told my mother she would be delighted to put me up if I ever came to the "big smoke" she wasn't just being polite and the extra services supplied by the establishment had put the accommodation in the five-star bracket.And then there was the daughter, Zelda, 18 years old and oozing nubility, if the pictures in the flat were anything to go by. A raven-haired beauty with a toothy-white smile and a proud chest. Looking at her pictures I had seen a young Ruth and my greedy cock wanted.