The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for a mature audience. My grandparents died within two weeks of each other. Guess one couldn’t stand to be around without the other. They’d been married since they were eighteen, fresh out of high school. Retired when they were in their early sixties, relocated to the Deep South and kicked off only a few years after. Didn’t seem fair, even to me who was only in my mid-twenties and had, hopefully, a long way to go. You work all your damned life, reach the point that you can finally relax, and then boom you’re gone. It taught me a valuable lesson: I’ll be damned if that was going to happen to me. The folks went back and forth over what they were going to do with the property. Gramps and Granny had left behind, among other things, a two-bedroom house in a wooded development. Mom, who was their only child, hemmed and hawed over what to do with the property. One day she wanted to sell; the next, she didn’t. There was no chance of their relocating. Dad had a good-paying job in the city up North. And Mom had all her girlfriends who, quite honestly, she spent more time with than her
