Their grins were swords of Damocles. Was she eating a chocolate? He thunked the crop against the leather armrest.I had been played. "Good one." I turn...ed to leave them, she still dolled up, grandfather with every stitch of his sturdy clothes adorning him. My dream dashed upon me."Take yourself outside, Walter. Get some air. You need to cool down, for at least an hour."I got his hint. My entire plan to impress my grandfather had only hurled me into a cesspit.He said to my receding back, "You. It scared me that I wouldn’t know what to do, and my inexperience would spoil the moment.His hand stroked my hair, before drawing me in. Our kiss was hard and awkward. I could his sense his eagerness as I hoped that he could sense mine. His other hand impatiently unbuttoned my blouse and found its way under my bra.“Yes?” he half whispered, confusing me. Was it a question or was he asking me to do something? I chose to ignore it, but my moan as he pinched my erect nipple must have given him. I'd learnt never to rub myself dry anymore and instead had been taughtto pat my body dry. I had also been taught to hold the towel at the topof my body which would ensure that it was covering my modesty, which mymother and at various times my sisters had had to tell me (when theycaught me doing otherwise,) so that now I now did it as a conditionedbehavioral trait, before walking back into the bedroom to get dressedfor that day's lessons.As always mummy had put my clothes out and laid them on. I slipped out of the bed and stood. Hebe pulled one of the pillows under her head and burrowed into it. She sighed and drifted off again. I smiled at the sight of her despite my odd mood. My stomach growled suddenly and I remembered my hunger. I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. There was always fresh food there. I took my time and enjoyed my meal, letting my mind wander. It helped, but only a little. I was restless and took a walk afterward. The moon was out in its full glory and I.