“Mornin’ Gramps” she said sweetly. Dropping the newspaper for a brief moment I saw that she was barely dressed. A thin tee shirt , her nipples c...learly outlined and a pair of peach colored boy shorts.The same attire I’d noticed passing her bedroom earlier. How did I know? Easy! The boy shorts had a large, fresh wet spot on the front panel. Putting the newspaper back up, I tried to get the highly charged, provocative picture out of my head. Too late! My pants began to tent.“Morning, Mickey! Don’t. "Yah," she yelled, "s'blood."After a bit of gasping we settled together into a fine pattern of give and take and met each others needs a time or two before she unwound her legs and pushed me off, panting, "Enough, enough, you'll split me."I withdrew, kissed her, buttoned up and went to look at the softened spokes while Gilly started a fire, grinning at me. I wedged in my make-shift spokes and managed to dislodge the iron rim as I did. I brought that to the cooking fire. I laid it in the coals. She hated to get out of bed to do anything — and I didn't blame her. I wasn't dying and it was all I could do to get up some mornings. School was a blur. I was going to graduate in the top 10 percent of my class but that was no big accomplishment. At least I didn't have to take an athletic scholarship to Wesleyan, I'd get academic help.Mrs. Crawford saw me sitting on my porch one day and came up and actually sat beside me."You doing OK, Jay?" she asked. "Suzette says you haven't talked to her. It was something that the old girl said to me this morning. I'm pretty sure someone was trying to set you up for a fall last night. That nosy neighbour of yours spotted a Range Rover just like yours come into the car park by your flat a couple of times last night. It was in there twice - once about half ten and then again about half eleven - and the second time it turned up it only had one headlight working."I get the feeling whoever was driving it was playing dirty. If it happened to pass any.