CHAPTER 9: PLEASURES OF THE FLESH..................
CHARLIE GRANTHAM, OR CG TO his friends, crawled out of bed, turned on his laptop, and began caressing his c**k.
“Oh Stephen, darling! Did you bring that bag of Viagra?”
Shit.
Granny was eighty going on nineteen. Downstairs, her early-morning “party” – mostly her, a small group of gentlemen and the occasional lady – was just about getting warmed up. He heard one of her wheelchair-bound male friends say, “Yes dear. We’ve enough to last us all day, and the better part of the evening.”
Granny’s shrill voice sounded pleased, “Lovely! Oh, I’ve washed all the dildos and butt plugs in the dish washer, everything’s spick and span.”
That’s it I’m never eating anything with Granny’s cutlery again, thought Charlie. Being cursed with a grandmoth
