The next morning the girls were up early and had clearly been talking about the idea of Fantasy Island. After breakfast they asked Pete and I what we ...thought. I answered carefully, “I'm fine with Pat’s fantasy, it is one of mine too. So long as it’s a small audience we can trust and we don’t get arrested. My fantasy is similar but involves much more from the other couple, you have to be participants not just observers so it’s up to you two for that one. Pete’s fantasy; I guess Pat would fit. Then the food had to be cooked. Hot meals were breakfast and supper but rarely lunch. The meals were the same as the idea of differences in a morning and an evening meal hadn't permeated through these people's minds. If there were eggs, you ate them, whether it was morning or night. Lunch was usually not heated unless the situation permitted that time. These last couple of days with no movement on our part had let us have hot food for lunch. Meals were usually meat and tubers. During much of. I clench my mouth shut . He pushes me on the bed and I try to get away. He easily holds my arms above my head with one hand. He is lifting up my gown with the other. I twist and turn to get away but I cant. I am on my back with my arms helplessly over my head. Gramps is lying on his side with his leg over mines. "Relax girl, im not gonna hurt you, im just gonna touch up these big tits. I turn my head away and try to grasp what is happeneing to me. Gramps grabs my tits in his. "I was sat on the floor waiting for him to either pull the trigger of for something to happen, of course the latter happened. When the guy was about to pull the trigger I could feel me hands heat up for a split second before their was a blinding light. I woke up sometime later to my dog licking my face, sitting up and looking around I could se my house burning in the distance, I could also see that I was in a field with bits of burning house all around me.Getting up I was stop when my dog.