“How’s your mother?” She asked whilst she filled the glass with water. “Mom’s good,” I replied. “She had to go somewhere so she couldn�...��t stay.” “Well that’s good,” Grandma responded. “We have a lot planned for this weekend.” As the words left her mouth, I knew I was in for a treat. The place where they lived was amazing for nature, it had a small creek which we could paddle or fish in, too. As she brought my drink, she leant forward and kissed my forehead gently. I couldn’t help but notice. She responded. We kissed slowly, enjoying the softness of lips. I must say she was quite a kisser.I lifted her and took her to the bedroom. I put her on the bed and climbed over her. I knew she wanted to be caressed and pampered. She wanted someone to satisfy her, to touch her aching body. I kissed her forehead then her nose then her soft red lips. I bit her ears.“Ouch! you naughty boy,” Nidhi exclaimed.I kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and gave out a moan. I removed her t-shirt. She was. .. a faint nod to an entity in one of my favorite literary series,Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy." But as the work became more and more imminent, The Foundation became a more and more realistic descriptor; after all it would be here that the basis of all my efforts, all my work to change my fantasty into reality, to change Eleanor into whatever I wished, would be laid.It was perfect and the most useful purchase I had made. The top two floors were a series of loft apartment rooms, sound-proofed of. She said her goodbyes to all and was off. Rita and I continued to drink the draft beers and we danced a couple slow songs.During the final set my cell phone vibrated with an incoming call. The display of the incoming number was not a contact I had stored in my phone, nor a number I recognized. NEWS AD, it said. That meant nothing to me so I ignored it. A voicemail soon appeared and I figured I would check that later.Once we were home, Rita went into the bathroom and that gave me a chance to.