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The Crew.
Chapter 13 Grandpa was a funny
kinda' guy.
I often think that
I've sorta' inherited the gay thing from him.
Maybe the way he used
to sit me on his knee and then start slowly but firmly rubbing my upper and
inner thighs with his wrinkly old hands, writhing and groaning all the time as
he did so, was a bit of a give-away.
After all, I was 16
at the time.Funnily enough, it
was shortly after that that my folks had him sent away to the Sunnyside Rest
Home for Elderly Gentlemen.
I've often wondered
whether grandpa ever tried out his odd little habit on any of the other
residents - 'cos, let me tell ya', that when dad and I went to collect his body
for burial for burial six months later, I swear I've never seen so many little
old guys crying their hearts out in public.
OK, the nurses and
even Sunnyside's Doberman guard dog looked as if they were on the verge of tears
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