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When last we met, Lindsey was very upset, and Grandpa was trying to console his distressed granddaughter. After all, he figured, what could be so bad for her to get so upset about?
In Part 6, Ed Watson finds out.
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Chapter One: Technology and Grandpa.
I held my sobbing granddaughter tightly as she tried to regain her composure. It had been a very hectic day indeed, starting out early that morning when they made a trip to the mall, where we bought a skimpy halter top and shorts outfit, which covered her little boobies, her abundant bush and her pert butt, and precious little else.
After parading her around the mall, where she got a great deal of attention which got me more than a little excited myself, we started driving home. We made an unscheduled stop at an adult bookstore, where Lindsey got drooled over by a Charles Barkley look-alike, who ended up following us back to the video booth where he watched Lindsey sit on my lap and get fucked, followed my me blowing my wad into her mouth. Bought a vibrator and a dirty movie too.
We then went to my local Quik-E-Mart to buy batteries for her new toy, and while in the store Lindsey let an old geezer peek at her titties, and took off her halter so the checkout girl could check her out. That she did at my request, under her condition that right after that, we would go out in the back of the store and fuck. The fact that the cashier had apparently watched us was not known by me at the time, but no matter.
After arriving home, I got a couple of hours rest before having Lindsey bathe me, followed by the premiere of Lindsey's vibrating and undulating cock, which was used on both of us to great enjoyment by all.
Not a typical day in the lives of your average grandpa and granddaughter, I suppose, but it wasn't that far out of the ordinary for me, since Lindsey had arrived on the scene.
The phone call that Lindsey was just involved in; now that was something that certainly put a damper on the evening. I had been dozing off when I awoke to the sound of Lindsey yelling and screaming at her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, and which culminated with Lindsey smashing her cellphone on the floor, where it met a rather dramatic and shattered end.
Good riddance was my first thought, me being the last man on earth without one of the stupid things, but when I saw how upset Lindsey was over the call, I got concerned. Then, when she told me she had done something really bad, I was worried.
"You want to tell me what you did that was so bad?" I asked after Lindsey's crying jag had subsided somewhat.
"You're going to hate me," was Lindsey's answer, and it was one she repeated a couple of times before I got her to tell me why I was going to hate her.
"Remember the other night, when you came past my room and I was on the phone?"
"Yes. You were upset then too, but not like this."
"Well, Brad was being really miserable to me. He was telling me how he went to a party and was making out with Erin Marie - she's a friend of mine. I finally got fed up and told him I was breaking up with him. I told him I had been having sex with a real man who made me feel so good that I could never go back to him anyway."
Oh brother, I thought to myself. She went and told this goofy kid that I had been screwing her. At least if that got around, nobody would believe him, or so I assumed.
"And..."
"I was really pissed off at him, and just before I was going to hang up, you went down the hall. I stopped you, remember?"
"Yes..."
"I took your shorts down and started to give you head - and then so I could get you hard, I had you get on your hands and knees, remember."
"Yes," I said, getting annoyed at this endless retelling of the story. "I couldn't get hard right away, because I had just fucked you, so you me get on my hands and knees and you licked my anus until I got hard, and you had me cum all over your face."
"Please don't get mad at me, Grandpa Ed," Lindsey pleaded. "You promised you wouldn't hate me if I did that to you."
"I'm not mad at what you did, I'm getting mad at this roundabout way of telling me what has made you upset! Are you trying to tell me that his little twerp knows what we did together that night?"
"Well, yeah..."
"You told him that you sucked my cock? You just went and said - I just gave my Grandpa head? I just licked my grandfather's anus?"
"It's called a rim job, Grandpa, and please don't yell."
"Don't yell? How am I supposed to feel when you do something like that? Why would you tell him that anyway?"
"I wanted to make him jealous, and I didn't tell him that stuff."
"What do you mean," I snapped.
"The phone call - I never hung up. I left Brad connected when you came in."
"Oh great!" I said. "So this stupid shit got to listen to me grunting and groaning and moaning when I came?"
"Yeah, and he recorded the call too."
There are defining moments in all of our lives, and while this was being explained to me, I was sure that this was one of mine. Certain I was about to pass out, I collapsed into the chair by the door. Lindsey's flaming red bush was scant inches from my face, but for once I didn't want to lick it. I was so mad I wanted to rip the hair off her with my bare hands.
"That's why he's coming out here," Lindsey continued. "He said he wants to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to that fucking asshole," I snapped. "I want to rip his head off and shit down his neck. Tell him to go to hell!"
"He said," Lindsey sniffed, "that if he didn't come out here he was thinking about playing it for Mom and Dad."
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Chapter Two: Smells like teen blackmail.
I got up from the chair and somehow made it out of Lindsey's room and down the hall. I remember her grabbing my arm and saying things, but I pushed her away and went into my room, locking the door behind me.
Lindsey was sobbing and pounding on the door, begging me to let her in. That was the last thing I wanted to do. It was all her damn fault that I was in this mess. Parading around here with her titties wiggling and her ass shaking. What the hell was I supposed to do?
Those thoughts raced through my mind for a time as I paced the floor. Not my fault. I was lonely. I was old. I'm probably going senile. That's not even me on that recording.
"Fuck!" I screamed, and smashed my fist into the wall, sending pictures flying from their hooks and crashing onto the floor. Lindsey screamed when she heard the noise, crying for me to let her in.
I got up, eventually, having tried and failed to put the blame on everybody except where it rightly belonged. With me. Unlocking the door, I opened it slowly and saw Lindsey on the hallway floor, still sobbing quietly, still naked.
"I'm sorry Grandpa," she whimpered, her eyes red and puffy, and her face so filled with hurt that words can't describe it.
Nodding, I reached down and helped her up.
"All my fault, honey," I said, wrapping my arms around her.
"No, it isn't Grandpa," Lindsey said softly. "I was stupid to get us into this mess, and I'll do whatever I have to in order to get us out of it."
I led Lindsey over to the bed, and we slid under the sheet and held each other until the morning sun started to peek through the blinds.
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Chapter Three: Before Brad.
I didn't lay on a hand on Lindsey the next day, which was an event in itself. I was still mad at her, but I also remembered the stupid things I had done and said when I was young. Still and all, that was then and this was now, and now was an uncomfortable place to be for me.
What had I said, I wondered, while that phone was sitting there? I racked my brain but could only remember snippets of what went on. That had been quite a few orgasms ago, and my mind isn't what it used to be.
Lindsey had spoken to me about Brad, to sort of give me an idea of what he was like. He was older than Lindsey by 2 years, and was going to be a junior in college next year. Lindsey claimed he was really cute and smart too, and while I didn't give a rat's ass what he looked like, I was more than a little concerned with his intelligence level.
I suspected that he was going to try and extort money from me, and frankly, if a few hundred bucks would make him disappear forever it would be a small price to pay. There was always the chance that the kid might lean on me as a source for future income as well.
The following day, I went alone to the mall in search of some sort of protection for myself. I ended up in an electronics store, where I tried to explain what I was looking for without making it as sinister as it seemed.
"No, I don't want a cell phone or a two year agreement or anything like that," I explained to the clerk, who was busy trying to sell me everything under the sun. "I just want a simple little device that I could record my voice on."
I explained that I was a contractor who liked to walk through my construction sites and makes notes on things that I needed done or wanted changed, and my handwriting was so bad that I couldn't read it.
He ended up reluctantly selling me a little voice activated audio recorder that he claimed would hold 32 hours of conversation and could clip onto my belt just like a cell phone. Good enough for what I needed, I thought, which was insurance in case this kid tried to really put the squeeze on me.
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Chapter Four: Brad.
"He's here," Lindsey said glumly as she looked out the window.
Not exactly the imposing figure I had created in my mind, Brad walked across my lawn from his piece-of-shit ten year old Toyota which he parked in front of the house.
Probably about the same height as Lindsey's 5'8" or so, and almost as skinny, with a goofy smile and long dirty blonde hair. Looked like he belonged on a surfboard or a skateboard, and as Lindsey went to the door to let him in, I tried to visualize how many pieces I could break him into.
"Lindsey baby!" Brad yelped as he came into my house, and I noted with pleasure that Lindsey turned her face as he grabbed her and kissed her, his efforts landing on her cheek instead of her lips.
"And you must be Mr. Watson," he said as he turned towards me, shifting his gym bag and offering his free hand. "Pleased to meet you sir."
I left the hand out there for a few seconds before giving him a brief and very firm handshake that made him grin and wince at the same time.
We went out to the kitchen table and sat down, nervously looking at each other while my blood pressure began to rise. Brad kept grinning that goofy grin as he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Let's have a drink to celebrate!" Brad announced as he cracked open the bottle, and I got up and got a couple of glasses and brought them back to the table.
"None for you, Mr. Watson?" Brad asked as he poured shots into the rocks glasses.
"Lindsey's not old enough to drink," I informed him. "I assume you are though."
"Yes I am, sir," Brad said. "Lindsey's had a few before though, right babe?"
"Not here," I informed him, taking the drink and downing it without blinking.
"Wow!" Brad said, pouring another shot for me before going back to his. "Thirsty, I guess. Well, we wouldn't want to corrupt Lindsey now, would we?"
"Can we get to the point of your visit?" I asked curtly.
I was giving this little twerp the meanest glare I could manage, but he seemed pretty much unfazed by it. He shrugged as he sipped his drink before reaching into his bag and pulling out his phone.
