Guided by an Old Man (Very Slow Update)

Affect

Because my grampa wouldn't stop talking until I promised him a job by the end of the month. I was hungry. So the movie store and juck food it is.

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"Nope...ew...maybe nah"
I flipped a dvd cover over and read wrong turn 6.

How many time could you take a wrong turn. Don't you have a GPS? Kids these day.

I roll my eyes at my grampas words and put the DVD back.

Every time I say something you put the movie back. Why?

This is the part I dislike the most. For some reason he can't hear my thoughts so I have to speck out load for him to hear me. He says my thoughts are to quiet. What the hell does that mean!.

"Because when I pick the ones you comment on. The comments don't stop there. It continues through out the movie." I whisper loudly. There are a few kids beside me. Luckily they didn't hear me and they are too into what movie they want to watch.

You know that's not fair. I'm old and I don't understand teen movies. What was the one you watched last week?

"I know what you did last summer?"
The kids turn to me and rasies their eye browns. " I mean I don't know what you did last summer."  I scared the kids off with my super smart cover up. "Sorry!"

I was about to call them back but I would make myself look bad doing so.

I sit on the floor in the last aisle. Putting down the five movies I picked before. I heard my grampa grunt.

All the movies you pick are not well made. Look...just my luck.. Yeah, that I picked it! Put that back. What is Fifty shades of gray? I don't think you need to relearn your colour theory!!

I started giggling at my grampa's out bust and shook my head. I am not watch these two either. Forgetting i have an old man in my head most of my life is hard to forget. Though I often for get where I am.

"Ms. Are you alright?" A familiar voice takes me away from my thoughts.

I turn to him with a shy smile. Jake. He use to be in my music program. He was my singer as I was his producer. He was very good with he's voice and mouth, I may add. Could have did la sex thing but with grandpa making himself at home in my head. Need i say more.

Flash back

"Jake, come on. Please." He slid his hand up my leg so ever softly and fingered me with the other as well. He kisses down from my neck to my chest. I moan and pushed my head back so he can have more access. Forgetting I was in a car I bump my head.

This is how your grandmother and I first made love. In the back of the same car.

"Ew! Shut up Grampa!" I said breathless. Jake looks at me with his green eyes and rasies his eyebrow. His blonde hair dangeled in to his face. As he says breathlessly: "What did you call me? I can't afford to miss any dirty talk"

I was cought of guard. I looked back at him with my hair all over the place and my mouth slightly open. I don't do dirty talk. I looked up to my brain to think of something.

"Ummm...keeep...fingering me..yooou..fucker." Did I do it?

He nods with his straight white smile, that is known to blind people. As he continues, I closed my eyes and try to relax.

EH!? he's not using protection! His penis is protection less!

"Grampa!" My eye shut up wide and looked at Jake.

Jake stopped what he was doing and planted one of his hand on one side of me and uses his other to points at me.

"Most people call me sugar daddy or just plan daddy. But your frecking weird." He pulls up his pants, stumbled out of car and walk off or more like runs off. I grab my hair in both my hands and yelled.

" Go a head and get blue balls!...This is not even my CAR!" I looked around and put my head into the leather cushion.

I saved you.

end of flash

"Hello Jake. How's the singing going for you?" I could see he lost more weight and his blonde hair was shorter. Same height though, just a head teller then me.

"Its going okay. Just doing YouTube stuff for now. Listen, I am also working here. I know that your a little crazy but you're scarying the kids."

I gave a little laugh. Thinking if I should brake Jake's nose with these DVDS or just walk away. Knowing me, I would walk away, cus I'm a chicken. So, I got up off the floor with the DVDs in hand ready to play whack a mole, with Jake's face as the mole, in my imagation, of course.

He's an asshole.

"Grampaaaaa" I said through my teeth. I keep forgetting where I am. I am so use to talking to him out load. Jake's smile slowly became a frown. He leans closer.

"You know my Grandfather was a pervert. He loved his boys." He wined. He turns and walks away towards the counter. I nearly fall as his outbust. I think we should just grab a movie and go.

You know this explains everything. I wonder if you called him grandmother if it would have made a difference.

I smiled at my grampa's question and give money to the cashier to pay for the movie and two bags of chips. As I left, I could see Jake through the main office window of the building crying and masterbating.

Oh goodness
Oh God