"You changed Purgatory," Grandma exclaimed, tapping at the table with her fingers as though she was not completely certain that it was really there. "...You can't do that... you're not supposed to..." She looked a little confused.I put my hand on Grandma's to get her to stop tapping and said, "Calm down and tell me what's wrong." It wasn't really a request."You're not supposed to be able to fucking change anything here," Zip blurted out, earning a quick glare from me."He's right dear," Grandma. ..lost track of time today, but the meatloaf is in the oven and--" "What were you doing, that made it so easy for you to 'lose track of time'?" "Oh well you know how it is, there's just so much to do to keep the house up all day, and--" "What were you doing?" She was still desperate for a lie that could possibly save her from punishment, but he always seemed to catch her in even her most careful lies, which just made the punishment even worse. Knowing now that it was inevitable but still not. We finished lunch and decided to head out for some shopping. The rain had lightened up, but the thunder continued to rumble. Our clothes were still damp and although her dress no longer stuck to her skin, it still pressed against her enough to tell she was naked underneath. It really turned me on to see men looking at her everywhere we went. We spent a couple hours shopping and Michelle bought some locally made jewelry, some t-shirts and a couple more bikinis that did not leave much to the. I always like to think of myself as a nice guy. It's easy to blame assholes such as Tim Hawking who would take advantage of innocent girls like Sherry and force them to perform oral sex. Instead, I found that I was angry with myself. After all, I did the same thing with Patrice, Marla, and Kristen. The difference was that I was sorry that I fell into that trap, but the truth was that I didn't know how Tim felt. For all I knew, he could be extremely sorry about the way he behaved with the.