Afterwards, he picked me up, and kissed me passionately, like a man kisses a woman, not as his granddaughter. He then held me close and whispered, "I ...love you my sweet baby-girl. You know what I want to do next time you are here?" No, what's that Gramps?" I want to fuck you. Would that be okay?"I winked, and confessed, "If you show me how."The following week drug by slower than molasses. Monday night I was at my desk looking at brochures from different colleges. My dad was in the living room. Was. Happening. Here?His brain started and stopped and stalled out completely. He just stood and stared at the sign for a long while. Finally, he shook off his paralysis and decided that not thinking, especially not thinking about a store that seemed to be following him was a good thought; but not thinking about that... what should he be thinking about?Money. The drunk had been right in one thing, he did need money. A few dollars would give him enough to eat so that he didn't have to call his. The dummies were kept in tubs of slightly warmed goop and would be pushed up trough trap doors at the exact moment the floor was tilted down to make someone trip. When the person jumped up to run off, the body dropped back through the trap down to get covered in fresh goop. Everything they could think of was done to make it so that bodies never popped up in the same places twice in a row. Sometimes a body would only pop up once ever few hours. I never told anyone about it at school because they. .seduced. Vulnerable. Angry. That motherf....who does he think he is? The nerve of that guy. Ready to be the realme. Motherf.... I continued down the trail myself hurling everyinvective against this stranger, fuming.Before I got to my car I had already planned my outfit for next week.The second weekThe day had finally arrived. This time I was going all in. There wouldbe no plausible deniability.First the prep - a nice bubble bath, taking care to shave and smoothevery bit of skin. Then.