Grandpa and Molly Pt. 04

"Grandpa?" Molly said groggily. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing baby," I said as I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Just a dream honey. Go back to bed."

I exited the room as quietly as I could and closed the door behind me, leaning against the wall in the hall as I tried to get my heart to beat properly and dried my cheeks.

Dreams about hurting the most precious thing in the world. Having wet dreams as I neared my 62nd birthday. Thinking about having sex with my granddaughter and her friends. Good grief! Molly had arrived in June, and I don't even remember May any more.

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