Harriet had suggested it and it fitted well with his plans to see Washington D.C. before leaving. Francis VanDaemon took him sailing on the last day a...nd commented favourably on his technique; even though he had never sailed a boat with a wheel rather than a tiller. If he had any suspicion of what Clive had been doing with Harriet, he never said. Perhaps he had been brought to realise that Harriet was ‘a woman full growed’ as Dulcey says in Titus Gamble. She was old enough to make her own. "She slide her hand down to my waist, and hugged me to her."The car's just over here," she said. "You're cold, you're shaking. Let'sgo home."My cheek still stinging, eyes still wet, I followed. I didn't know whatelse to do. We drove in silence through the night, on empty streets.Reflections from the street lights glittered on wet tar, the rain thatmust have come while I was up there with him -- how could I not havenoticed -- had pooled and puddled but had not been enough to clear thedark sky. The kick worked well but there were two assailants. The second, prettier girl cursed then launched herself at Trysta's throat. As her fingers gained a purchase, Trysta felt the world start to go black. Alone Trysta knew she could have fought off the second girl for she was much smaller than Trysta. Unfortunately the floored bull dyke still had her muscular fingers dug into Trysta's sex. Trysta was anchored by her cunt as the smaller girl's fingers tightened around her throat. Slowly. Before I could complete the phrase, grandma was up fromthe chair and climbing into the bed, her gown poppingopen showing her huge sagging tits. The nipples werehard and I know it’s wrong, it’s immoral, but I startedto really get a hard on, as she casually closed thegown, gathering her long tits, then laid down on herstomach, turning her face toward to wall.I sat on the edge of the bed, poured powder onto herlower back and began to massage her tenderly, then alittle harder, feeling.