Originally posted on "The Journal of Wall Grimm":
Howard’s granddaughter Edie came to visit Howard and Daisy the other day. She came with her mom. At the time, Howard and I were sitting in his living room and having one of our conversations. He’s a great guy to talk to, but sometimes it’s annoying because he tries to give me advice. I know he’s got age and experience over me, but I kind of like to figure things out for myself. Also, most of the things he says I’ve already thought of, maybe I just haven’t put them into action. No matter what, I like our conversations, that usually start of silently, then a word or two gets thrown in, then words gradually get added, until we’re actually saying shit.
When Edie and her mom arrived, Howard and I had just started talking about him and his life for once, which was really interesting. He usually asks me questions about mine and I’m kind of vague. Needless to say, I was disappointed when the conversation had to end. They arrived and I went outside for a smoke, then went downstairs to my place. Not long after that, Edie came knocking on my door.
She asked why I left and I told her that it’s a family thing going on up there. She said that Howard, whom she referred to as Grampa, considered me to be family. Well that’s cool. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if Howard even likes me. Then I said that I bet he doesn’t want me talking to her though. She laughed and kissed me. When she stopped, she gave me this smile that I translated as “let’s fuck” but yeah, I could’ve been wrong about that. I started kissing her more and she began rubbing my dick and squeezing my balls over my pants. I got really hard. Then she stopped and said, “I should go back upstairs. See you later.” I wanted to say hey wait a minute, get back here, but then I figured if it went further, Howard would either come down and catch us or find out somehow. Then he’d kick me out. Plus, I don’t beg. I think she just wanted to tease me though. She wanted me to believe something was going to happen so I’d get all hot and bothered. wtf. wtf about Edie and wtf about Howard. I have no philosophies about that, but I’m going to try and figure it out.