I felt queasy, though fortunately I didn’t have a headache. A warm shower made me feel better, and breakfast helped as well.“I must have a word wi...th Father! He kept you from me last night!”“Tanya, we have the next couple of nights. I had a good time talking with your dad.”“And this was more interesting than being with me?” she asked, hands on her hips.“This conversation is going to get me into serious trouble!” I chuckled. “I’ll invoke the 5th Amendment!”“This is the one which says you do not. I had the vague idea that she was wealthy and that she lived alone in a big house in the country. I was half-dreading and half anticipating the journey to my summer home.Grandmother surprised me. She was driving a new Jaguar, redolent with wood and leather. She wore a blue-grey business suit, its knee-length skirt revealing surprisingly trim legs. I suppose that I was like any other teenager: it was difficult to see anyone of her generation as anything but old. But she didn't seem old as she. Six months ago, I discovered that he had just gotten a divorce from his wife and ever since then, I have been dressing sluttier, flirting more, and touching him more often. Today, I decided, would be the day we'd finally have sex. That morning I picked my best outfit; an extremely short, tight, black skirt and a white button-up shirt that hugged my 32DDs perfectly. I left my brown curly hair down, and slipped on my 4 inch red pumps as I slipped out the door. When I arrived at work, I went to. Her friends cheered as she lifted up our hands showing them we'd had the talk she'd been telling them she was going to initiate. I smiled, blushing at being so naive for a sixty-year-old man.Since we'd finished the race around nine in the morning, we decided to have lunch together at a little bistro after going home and changing. I arrived first patiently awaiting Claire at an outside table. I ordered an iced tea nursing it as best I could on a warm July holiday. I was just about to order.