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Inside Grandpa's Tool Shed

By billy69boy

(Sequel to "Grandpa Tucks Me In")


Chapter One

Late the next morning I awoke to the sounds of hammering and sawing and other construction noises coming from my grandparents' back yard. A tingle ran down my spine as I figured that grandpa was out there preparing for me to help him "clean out" his toolshed. Now that I realized how kinky my grandparents were, I couldn't wait to find out what they had in mind next. All I knew for sure was that my so-called teenage hormones were exploding, and I was obsessed with the different ways of getting off, and I wanted to try them all.

When I finally jumped out of bed it was almost noon. I slipped into the bathroom first thing and then took a shower after I was done. I ran back to my room wrapped in just my towel. I checked myself out as usual, in the mirror behind the dresser: there, laid out meticulously in front of my eyes was an outfit that almost took my breath away: there was a very short pleated white skirt with a lacy pink top that was quite feminine and almost see-through, and a pink thong so tiny that I could have worn it inside as easily as outside my pussy. And that was it; Nothing else. OMG, I was so excited my body trembled as I dropped my towel on the floor and quickly got dressed.

Checking myself out in the mirror once again, I giggled as I realized my body was about as covered as if I were wearing a bikini. I guess Grandpa knew exactly what he liked. I couldn't wait to join him in his tool shed and I could barely imagine what tasks he had lined up for me, but it didn't really matter to me. I was more than willing to help in any way I could.

I eagerly bopped down the stairs, getting Grandma's attention in the kitchen. She offered me a full breakfast, but I was dying to run out and show Grandpa the outfit he had picked for me. In the end, Grandma talked me into sitting at the table for a glass of juice and a muffin. I could feel her eyes on me the whole time, but it didn't seem odd or strange at all. I already knew she felt lust for me, so it wasn't surprising that she was checking me out. I have to say, though, that I was surprised by her straightforward approach:

"Tomorrow is Sunday and my Gardening Club meets here in the morning after church. I'd like you to help us if you don't mind, dearie."

"Sure, Grandma, I'd love to help out," I offered enthusiastically.

"That will be fine, darling. I'm sure the club members will be delighted to have you," she answered, with a sly grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Now when you're finished eating, Grandpa will be thrilled to see you wearing that outfit for him. I'm sure he has several chores planned for you out in the shed."


Chapter Two

I was so excited to find out what Grandpa had in mind for me, I had to keep myself from running out back like an eager puppy. I was curious to know what all the banging and power tool noise was all about, but when I walked into the shed, I couldn't see anything that looked like it was just made.

"Good morning, Grandpa," I said, as I greeted him with a curtsey and a smile.

"Morning?" "Morning!" he repeated, in case I didn't hear him the first time. "It's damn near noon already c***d!" he yelled, sounding very annoyed at me. "Now take that broom and sweep up the sawdust," he ordered.

As I started, I was rather disappointed that Grandpa didn't even seem to notice my sexy outfit. But I did tell him I would help him in the shed, and so I figured I might as well get to work. I looked over and saw that he was standing at his workbench. It looked like he was greasing up Grandma's gardening tools. His back was facing me and he made no attempt to talk to me. I was feeling guilty by then, I don't quite know why. But the tingling I had felt between my legs had gone away, that's for sure.

He called it a 'shed', but it was more like the size of a garage. It had a big workbench and there were different tools hung on the walls, as well as machines lined up in a row: his lawn mower, snow blower, edger, leaf blower, and some equipment I didn't recognize. The walls were high, but there were no windows; just the double door in the front. I still didn't know what he was doing all morning out there, but it seemed like there was sawdust everywhere. I kept sweeping it into piles, but I didn't dare say anything, sensing his grumpy mood.

Finally he turned toward me and nodded his head towards a pegboard loaded with tons of small tools like screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers and stuff.

"There's a dustpan hanging on the wall. You can pick up your sawdust piles and dump them in that can over there," he instructed. I did as I was told and I barely noticed that he seemed to watch me every time I bent over to scoop up another pile. I figured he was looking down my blouse to catch a glimpse of my firm little titties, but he said nothing. I couldn't help but notice that it looked like there was a bulge growing in his baggy old man shorts, but I wasn't positive.

"All done!" I declared proudly as I lifted up my blouse and wiped my damp face with it. It was hot in the shed, and no air was moving inside. I don't know if Grandpa saw what I had done, but I had sweat running into my eyes, and I had to do something.

"See all those jars full of nails and screws?" he asked me, pointing to the tons of jars sitting at the back of the workbench. "I want you to organize them according to size and line them up neatly," he instructed. He took a seat behind me and started working on the lawn mower. I couldn't see where his eyes were because I was too busy reaching across the workbench and grabbing the jars. I could feel my short little skirt rise up each time I reached for another jar, exposing half of my ass cheeks, and most of my pink thong. I had to stand on my tiptoes in order to reach the jars, and I figured he was watching my every move. I didn't dwell on it because I was concentrating on my job. At least I wasn't sweating as much now.

I noticed a twitching in my pussy again, and as much as I tried to ignore it, I knew it was useless: the truth was I had my Grandpa on my mind, and I shuddered at the thought of him being the reason for my wet loins. I couldn't believe he was toying with my mind for so long because I was sure he wanted to have his way with his tight young granddaughter. A fucking tease was what he was, I thought: but it was working, there was no denying it.

"Give me a hand with this bench," he called over to me from behind a small curtain in the corner of the shed. I walked over just as he was drawing the curtain open. There stood a freshly made, but oddly shaped bench of sorts that didn't register in my brain at first. As I lifted my end along with Grandpa, we walked the strange thing to the center of the room and set it down. It was a rather crudely made affair that was obviously hastily built. Leather cuffs were nailed to one end, with another cuff on either side, about in the middle. It was made of simple plywood supported by 2 by 4's for the legs and frame. It looked like one end had an extra little shelf underneath, but I didn't know why.

"Lie down with your head at this end," Grandpa told me, patting the bench for emphasis. I climbed on top, lying on my back. It was just a short bench, and my legs dangled awkwardly off the other end. Grandpa lowered my arms to my side and fixed the leather restraints to each of my wrists. In doing so, he had to pull my body forward so that my head was barely resting on the plywood.

Next, he brought my legs up and over my body and attached the leathers to each ankle, further forcing my head entirely off the bench altogether. I was completely immobile and at his mercy, which made him smile as he walked around the bench, admiring his handiwork. So, that's where all that sawdust came from, I thought to myself, as I strained against my leather bindings.

I had trouble trying to get comfortable, considering my head was dangling in mid-air, but I did notice that Grandpa was busy removing his shorts completely, and he wore no underwear. His big cock swayed between his legs, hard as could be, as he surveyed his prey, which was me, of course. He positioned himself at the end of his wicked bench and lifted my head up and cradled it in his hands, easing the strain in my neck, for which I was forever grateful. That is, until his cock hovered directly over my mouth, and I heard him say:

"Open."


Chapter Three

"Finally", I thought to myself, as I opened my mouth eagerly. I was wide-eyed with anticipation as Grandpa cradled my head in his hands and guided his 'missile' towards its target. With no regard for me, he lined up the head of his shaft and rammed it into my mouth, making me choke and gag immediately. He looked down at me and pulled it back out. Shaking his head, he patted me on the cheek a few times, dropped my head and reached over me and pulled my flimsy pink blouse up over my bare boobs, exposing them to his lustful eyes. He gave each of them a squeeze and pinched my nipples, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He concentrated on his twitching cock and he put it back into my mouth a lot slower this time. As I became more comfortable he started to go faster and deeper, but then he slowed down again and gripped my head really tight and then he pushed his cock steadily until it slid down my throat. I gagged on it and panicked at first, unable to breathe. Grandpa told me to breathe through my nose, and that's what I did. I kept swallowing over and over again as I struggled to keep my throat under control.

I couldn't believe his balls were actually touching my forehead every time he thrust his hips forward. I wanted to put my hands on his thighs and push him back some, but my hands were tied down. The only thing I could do was try to keep swallowing as best as I could, and hope I didn't throw up. My face was already getting drenched in my own saliva, but Grandpa just kept pumping away. He put one hand under the back of my head and the other hand on my throat. I think he got off feeling his thick member making my neck bulge every time he thrust forward.

Just when I was getting the hang of it all, Grandpa pulled his cock out completely without cumming or anything. He stepped back, reached under the bench and pulled the little shelf out so I could rest my head on it, and it wouldn't be dangling by my neck in mid-air. Grandpa looked down at my saliva soaked face, smiled, and rubbed his equally dripping wet cock all over my face.

"You're going to do just fine, Princess," he declared calmly as he got some paper towels off the workbench and wiped my face dry. Afterward he walked around to the back of the bench, pulled up his folding chair and sat down. I was still trying to figure out what he meant by 'going to do just fine' when I remembered that I was totally exposed down there, and my grandfather's face was now less than a foot from my most personal assets. I was flush with excitement wondering what he had in mind for me next. I didn't have to wait long.

I could feel his rough, puffy fingers run up the backs of my legs, from my thighs up to that sensitive part behind my knees. He was surprisingly gentle and soothing with his movements up and down, up and down my legs. I closed my eyes and let him take me away to Cloud Nine, and it felt great having his undivided attention. As he continued to run his fingers up and down my legs, he eventually began to drop his fingers down lower, and I could feel his fingertips touching my butt cheeks. My juices began to flow in delicious anticipation: we both knew his goal was my pussy, and he teased me so well I thought I might end up climaxing without him even making it there at all.

Finally, his fingertip traced around the edge of my thong which covered next to nothing, so he was real close to my spasming pussy. I couldn't help but let out a low groan; such was the intensity of his teasing. When his finger began tracing my drenched slit through the silky material, up and back down slowly, my hips were bucking up off the bench as much as my restraints would allow. Grandpa had the most heavenly expression on his face to go along with his broad, smirking grin. He knew I had no self-control left by now, and I was his to do whatever he chose. For now, apparently he chose to continue to stimulate my clit through the shiny thin material of my thong.

I was beside myself with lust and beyond horny; I wanted to get off, and the sooner the better. I just longed for some relief from the torment my Grandpa was putting me through. Instead I got nothing. He stopped touching me altogether, stood up and turned towards his workbench. I heard him opening several drawers and taking things out of them, but I couldn't see what they were. I didn't really pay it any mind, mostly because I was furious with him for leaving me unfulfilled like he did. Of course, I knew he did it on purpose, which made me even madder…or more mad…or whatever.

Lo and behold, he came back to the bench with a knife in his hand. I didn't even flinch, because I knew that Grandpa would never hurt me. He might fuck me and get me to do other stuff with him, but I never feared for my safety. And so I remained calm when he brought the knife down close to my private parts and sliced my thong on each side of my hips, and then slipped it free and placed it on the workbench. He sat back down, leaning in until his face was close to my pussy again, but this time he kept going. He started licking me down there, I couldn't believe it. Maybe now he'll let me cum.

Or maybe not. He licked me and sucked me and nibbled on my clit so hard I could see delicious fireworks, and my rear end thrashed around in hopes of a huge orgasm. Instead, the rotten old man stood up again and walked over to the far end of the shed. He faced the corner and looked down at something intently. I couldn't see what it was, and I didn't much care either. I was too busy feeling bad for myself. But then, I heard some muffled words being spoken that weren't directed at me:

"Ben? It's me…yeah, just like I said…yeah, we're ready. Bring Sam…yeah; I got it out here already. Well, no, not until you got to…you know, take a taste. Sweet? Oh yeah. Hell yeah. You won't be disappointed. And neither will Sam. Alright Benny, see you in a few."

With that, my grandfather slipped his cell phone into his jacket pocket that hung on a hook in the corner. He turned around and came right back over to me, sat down, and locked his mouth onto my tight pussy. He used his mouth so expertly; he tongued my hole and sucked on my clit so hard; it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. In no time I was jerking and shuddering and fidgeting under his power. Sensing that I was getting close again, he stood up and walked towards my head, holding a strip of dark material in his hand.

"Darling, we are going to have some company in a few minutes," he began. I was literally fuming by this time, and I barely heard what he was saying. He continued:

"I'm sorry, but for everyone's protection, I'm afraid I'm going to have to put this blindfold on you for now," he stated quietly and calmly, as he tied it tightly over my eyes.

"Wait. What? Company? W-what are you talking about, 'company'?" I asked him, now that he had my full attention. I remembered he mentioned two names: oh great, I thought, he's going to show my naked body off for two of his old men friends? He and grandma lived in one of those old people communities where you had to be a certain age to live there. I could hardly wait.

In the meantime, I guess Grandpa could hardly wait either, because he took up his position at the bottom of the bench again and remained standing; at least I think he did because I didn't hear the folding chair make any noise. He wasted no time playing with my throbbing girl parts. I was so wet by then that he was able to push two of his fingers deep inside my hot chamber with no effort. Oh how good they felt! I tried to clench my thigh muscles tight enough together that he wouldn't be able to pull his fingers out, ha ha, but I knew it wouldn't work. Still, he finger fucked me hard and fast and deep, and I didn't want him to ever stop, it felt so good.

Of course, he did stop. Big surprise. By now I was used to his twisted form of torture. But rather than walk away, he had something else in mind: something different. He rubbed his two slick fingers along my ass crack, and it tickled at first, and I giggled. I'm not sure if I upset him or not, but right after I laughed, he thrust his fat finger right up my unsuspecting ass. I gasped out loud as searing hot pain shot through me, and made me see stars, even though I was blindfolded. He took it a little slower when he saw my reaction, and I calmed down pretty fast. As he eased his one finger in and out of my dark passage, he put his other finger back into my front entrance and double-fucked me, which felt incredible. He used his thumb on his other hand to press against my clit, and I thought I would pass out from so much stimulation. He worked me to a frenzied state once again, and just when I thought it was finally my time to experience heaven on earth, there came a knock on the shed door. Grandpa stopped what he was doing and went to answer the door. I bit my lip in frustration, but I really wanted to scream my lungs out.

"Ben! Hey, Sammie! You guys got here fast! Come on in," I heard my Grandpa tell them. When the door closed, I heard one word:

"Whoa!" followed by a sigh so loud I thought someone had let the air out of the guy.

"Wow, she's beautiful! Your granddaughter, you say? Well, you're a lucky old grandfather then, aren't you?"

Grandpa just laughed his proud laugh: "She's amazing," was all he said in response.

"Well, what all does she do?" the man asked grandpa, without so much as a 'hello' to me.

"Hmmm," Grandpa replied, "you've been snipped by now, haven't you Ben?"

"Hell yeah, right around the same time you were, remember?"

"Oh, well, in that case, she'll do anything you want," Grandpa declared proudly, "what do you want to try first?"

I couldn't believe my ears: Grandpa just offered me to his friend, and told him I would do anything. Could it be? Is this finally my chance? Could I PLEASE have just one little orgasm before the top of my head blows off from all the pressure that had been building up inside?

In fact, I WAS ready for anything, and I could only hope that this 'Ben' guy was a flat-out stud…him and his friend both.

It was strange though, I thought; I didn't remember Grandpa's other friend saying a word yet. His name is Sam, right?


Chapter Four

Old Ben was apparently beside himself with lust, and I giggled a little as I pictured him drooling uncontrollably and his eyes popping out of his head.

Silently, he ran his bony hands around my bottom and up my bare legs, stopping off at my boobs to have a squeeze and a pinch.

"Oh my," he sighed, "they are so hard and perky!" He bent over and began kissing and sucking on them and it felt oh so good. By now, pretty much anything would have felt good, I was so horny. But, my grandpa must have been losing his patience with his friend's dawdling: I could hear the metal chair sc**** across the floor.

"Here, Ben, sit here," he beckoned, "check this out!"
His friend stood up abruptly. I could swear he was a bit annoyed at being interrupted, but he followed Grandpa's suggestion. I heard him sit down and he gasped out loud. I could just picture him staring right at my throbbing pussy. I got all tingly just thinking about him getting such a close look at my no longer private parts.

"Good heavens, will you just look at that? All smooth and fresh!" He exclaimed, "and oh so wet too!" he added, as he penetrated my labia with two of his gnarled fingers. Grandpa laughed, seemingly relieved.

"Yeah, well I've been keeping her warmed up for you until you and Sam got here," he bragged proudly.

"Oh well, I can see that! This one is rarin' to go, that's for sure!" his friend replied as he fingered me with more enthusiasm. I was working up to an orgasm for the hundredth time, but I didn't want to jinx it, so I tried to stay as still as I could.

"Go ahead, Ben, have a taste," Grandpa urged: "She's as sweet as candy." I knew he was beaming just by his voice. I heard the chair screech backwards a little, and then I felt Ben's warm breath on my slit. I almost lost it right there, but I held on for more. Soon I was writhing and bucking against my restraints, as Ben delivered about the best pussy sucking I could imagine. Oh god, if felt so fucking good: finally, a man whose aim was to please, not tease, I chuckled to myself, admiring my little play on words.

"So, what do you think?" I heard my grandfather ask, interrupting my reverie yet again. Ben looked up and he must have been smiling because Grandpa let out a bellowing laugh before Ben could say anything.

"I wasn't lying, was I?" he gloated. "Now, get this:"

Standing at the other end of the bench, Grandpa grabbed a handful of my hair in his hand and held my head up while he slid the little shelf back under the bench. He positioned himself over top of my face and thrust his stiff cock into my mouth and began face fucking me wildly, no doubt showing off for his friend.

"Wow!" Ben exclaimed, as he stood up to get a better view.

"Ha! Now, watch THIS!" As before, Grandpa held my head tightly as he slowly but steadily made his cock disappear down my throat. He gave it his all, and I could barely manage to take it all in without gagging.

"Here, feel this," he ordered his friend, taking his hand and placing it on my throat.

"Damn, now that's some talent!" Ben proclaimed excitedly as he felt my throat swelling up each time Grandpa pushed his cock down it. "Let me have a try!"

Eager to please, as well as show off his talented granddaughter, the two men switched places with each other. Ben wasted no time shoving his throbbing hunk of meat into my mouth, holding my head steady.

"Now, don't be afraid to push it down her throat…she can take it!" Grandpa instructed. Lucky for me, his friend's penis was a bit thinner but longer, so I could actually manage much easier. Ben tightened his grip on my head and slowly pushed his hips forward until his entire shaft was down my throat. I kept swallowing so I could avoid a sloppy scene.

"My word…I've never…this is…this youngster is amazing!" Ben finally announced, as he struggled for the right words.

Grandpa chuckled again gleefully as he took his place between my legs. Without warning, he stood before my exposed genitals and stuck his wet cock into my wet pussy. Of course by now there was no resistance whatsoever. It felt so good to finally have SOMETHING in there, I knew it wouldn't be long before I was going to get off like never before in my life.

The sight of each one pumping their cocks into me must have invigorated the two of them, because they pounded my skinny body ruthlessly until I heard them:

"I'm…gonna…cum!" grunted Grandpa.

"Me too!" Ben agreed, almost shouting.

I could feel them shooting their loads into me at the same time, and I struggled to swallow every drop of Ben's hot cum while Grandpa unloaded his deep inside me. They fucked me like jackrabbits, the bench lurching back and forth as a result of their intensity. Finally their motions slowed to an easier pace, but they still didn't stop completely. I heard them both breathing heavily while they tried to keep going. I guess they didn't want it to end.

Strangely enough, as good as it felt to me, I still didn't get off. Maybe it was because I was concentrating so much trying to keep from gagging on Ben's cock, I don't know, but after the men were finally done with me, I lie there unsatisfied. Grandpa seemed to pick up on my silent disappointment as he pulled the shelf back out and rested my head on it.

I heard him slide another folding chair over, and they both sat down in front of my swollen pussy. I could feel Grandpa's thick semen leaking out of my well-fucked hole. They didn't say anything, and I wasn't sure what was going to be next.

"Damn, man, where'd you get all of this stuff?" I heard Ben ask.

"I borrowed some of Ma's toys for the occasion," Grandpa explained. "Let's try some."

Grandpa picked one from his workbench and ran it up and down my drenched slit until it was slick from our mixed juices.

"Good idea, start off small," Ben offered. But instead of feeling it enter my pink tunnel, Grandpa wiggled it around my asshole, and finally slid it into my dark entrance, causing me to jump in surprise. This somehow excited him to no end, and he proceeded to bury it deep inside me. After getting over the initial shock, I relaxed enough so that it began to feel good.

"This one might be too big. I guess we'll have to try it and see," Ben suggested, while Grandpa just grunted his approval. Ben swirled the bigger toy around my clit and all over my slick labia, teasing me with the thick head of the dildo. With some skillful maneuvering, he managed to push it into my vagina despite the smaller dildo being drilled into my ass by Grandpa.

"Wow, this girl must be made out of elastic'" proclaimed Ben, as both men began violating both of my holes at once. Finally, I thought, some ME time for a change. As I lay back, I thought of everything that had happened to me so far today. All the flashbacks mixed in with the dildo DP I was getting helped me to boil over into a massive explosion that delighted the men. I thrashed around on the bench, delirious with extreme pleasure, and it took quite a while before my body finally came to a resting state.

While they took turns slipping the soaked dildoes into my mouth, I heard Ben ask my grandpa: "Is it Sam's turn now?"


Chapter Five

Having finally got what I had been yearning for, I was relaxing in a state of bliss. I couldn't help but smile to myself at this latest adventure: here I was tied down and made to be the sex slave for these old men who treated me like some insignificant piece of flesh. Hell, I thought, they don't even think enough of me to talk to me or anything. Actually, it was kind of cool, being used for someone else's pleasure. And I was certain that they were enjoying themselves.

Plus, I still had another one of their friends to take on. Just the thought of it made me shiver inside with anticipation. I imagined for a moment that there were tons more old men from the neighborhood all lined up outside waiting their turn to fuck me in all my holes. My reverie was broken when I heard Ben and Grandpa talking to each other in hushed tones. This made me suspicious, and I concentrated hard to hear them.

"Shall we get her ready now? Where is it?"

"Right there on the workbench. No, hold on a minute. I want to do something first."

"What the hell is that in your hand?" "It looks like some kind of scrap of material."

Silence followed, but I could feel one of them messing around with my exposed pussy, pushing something inside of it. The fingers were fat and scratchy, so I knew it was Grandpa.

"It's her thong," he finally answered his friend's question. "I don't want all that to get deep inside her. It might be hard to get it all out."

By now, I was dying to know what was going on, but the blindfold prevented me from seeing, and I didn't dare say anything, especially as long as they weren't talking to me. I heard what sounded like a jar opening, and then something stiff and smooth pushing against my labia. I had no clue…wait! What was that smell? It was very familiar, and it got stronger smelling by the minute but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

As if I wasn't confused enough, I heard Ben's voice:

"C'mon over Samson, don't be shy."

'Samson'? Who the hell is Samson, I thought?

"Can he still…er…well, you know?" My grandfather asked.

"Naw, he's been snipped, just like you and me. Only he can't even get it up at all now, poor fellow," Ben replied, "but he sure does like his peanut butter!"

With that, I felt something so soft and warm on my pussy, it made me quiver with delight. It felt like liquid silk, and the lovely sensation repeated over and over and over, intermingled with hot blasts of air landing right on my clit. Oh, I thought, this must be what heaven feels like!

"Would you look at him go!" my grandfather exclaimed delightfully.

"Yeah, he's happy, alright, just look at his tail wagging," laughed Ben.

'Tail'? I was so distracted from having the best sexual experience of my life, I could hardly put two and two together. All I could do was wiggle and squirm in delight, as the orgasms began to burst forth like brilliant fireworks between my legs. I was delirious with lust, as I held on for dear life. I could hear the men talking excitedly to each other as they watched my body jerk and thrash around and my head shift rapidly from side to side.

Somewhere along the line, I managed to realize that Sam was Samson, and Samson was Sam: and he wasn't one of the old men, but rather the old man's dog! I couldn't tell what kind of dog he was, but his tongue was huge, and he had the stamina of ten old men, as he lapped up every drop of peanut butter that they had spooned onto my slick mound.

I had so many orgasms I lost count. Apparently, Samson also liked the taste of young girl juices as well, because he just kept licking me and licking me until my head got dizzy and the room felt like it was spinning, and then…

…I awoke and looked around, trying to remember where I was and what had happened. My blindfold was gone, and I had been freed from my restraints. It was totally quiet in the toolshed. I could make out Grandpa's back all hunched up over his workbench. I tried to sit up, but my body was so stiff, I moaned out loud as I tried to get my legs to work.

Grandpa turned around and he had a big smile on his face. Ben and Sam were long gone by now.

"Good afternoon, Princess! That was quite a nap you had. How are you feeling?" he asked as he stood over me.

"Mmmmm," I moaned softly, "sore…sore but good. I could use a shower, if I can ever figure out how to walk again."

"Well, you put on one hell of a performance today. I'm very proud of you," he remarked, as he helped me to sit up and put my feet on the floor. He helped me adjust my skirt and blouse, and he held my arm and walked with me as I hobbled towards the house.

"Oh, I forgot my thong!" I remembered.

"No, sweetie, you have it," he answered. "Well, technically, it's not ON you so much as it is IN you."

"Oh god, right," I answered, blushing at the thought.

"You'll be fine after a nice hot shower and a good dinner my dear," he reassured me. "By tomorrow morning, you'll be all rested up and ready to help Grandma and her Gardening Club ladies. Wait until you see the gardening outfit she picked out for you!"