Grampa s GirlChapter 1
My name is Trisha, and I just turned fifteen. Today, it's a cold, rainy, Saturday, and I am standing in the kitchen washing dishes, when I start to think about my Grampa. He's dead now, but I really had some fun times when I went to his apartment every weekend, it is the things we did in private that I really missed. My story begins when I'm thirteen. I have just started spending Saturdays with my step-grandfather. Without asking me, my parents decide that I need to help him with some...