”“As if I would. Being behind you or right in front, just being this close to you is the real deal for me. I wish it could always be like this, my... favourite princess of the heart.”“Princess! Huh! Flattery will get you nowhere, Ace, you know I’m just as old as you are! But us being together all the time, you know that’s really not on the cards ... Jack is-”“Jack’s all wrong for you, my sweet princess, he’s too similar to you. I think you’re pretty as a picture and we both suspect that Jack plays. With a blink of remembrance, I yanked the notebook from my pocket and read the list again - the odd phrases suddenly meaning so much more. I could not believe the luck in finding such a magical item.As impossible as it seems, those odd phrases seemed to control my grandmother - and subsequently, I uttered them and had controlled her. Her disrobing like that before me was like halting the flow of a great river, so incredible as it was.My feet moved quickly as I followed my grandmother within. Andnaked... I screamed out loud.... and the door opens... the trucker walks inwith an evil grin.... "so you are awake huh!!!.... time you woke up... Iwas getting lonely" I am scared... and wonder what happened... I screamand tell him to let me go as my friend saw me get into his truck. He laughedand said ... there was no one but me... and no one would miss me for the nextcouple of days.... As he talked he opened his zipper to take out a huge cock...that was growing harder as he spoke... I. "Sure," Ethan said. He walked slowly to the table, trying not to stare at her chest. His thing was already hard in his shorts.Mrs. Thorn was smiling. He took a deep drink of lemonade and coughed."Pretty strong?" Mrs. Thorn said.Ethan wiped his mouth. "What's in this?" I put a shot of whisky in it. Do you like it?"Ethan coughed again. "Whisky?" Oh, I'm so sorry. You probably never had whisky," Mrs. Thorn said. She took the glass and wiped his chin. "Are you ok?"Ethan nodded. "Fine." Good."She.