Chapter 30

"How's my little grand daughter?" the silver-hared man roared as he picked Kathy up in his massive arms.

"Just, just fine, Grand Dad," Kathy tried not to shake. "Mommy didn't tell me we were expecting --"

"You weren't," Grand Dad laughed and spun the started blonde around. "I was flying back from Washington and just decided to check in." He sat Kathy down and pulled her T-shirt over her head. "My, my," he admired the girl's budding form, "you're really going to be something when you grow into those long legs. How old are you now?"

Kathy blushed, "Oh, Grand Dad, you know perfectly well I'm almost --"

"And who is this?" Grand Dad interrupted when he turned to drink in Christi.

"This is my fiancee, Christi," Kathy said proudly. "She's my best --"

"My, my," Grand Dad peeled Christi out of her T-shirt, too. "Kathy, this is one pretty little filly. You'll have to bring her with you when you come for Thanksgiving." But the smile suddenly left his voice, "I guess your mother told you that you two are going to have to do extra duty this year to make up for that foul up at Junior League."

Kathy averted her eyes and began to tremble, "yes, Grand Dad, I'm really sor--"

"Oh, don't worry," the smile returned, "I haven't lost one yet and I'm not about to start with family.

"Speaking of the family," Grand Dad was on a roll, "Billy let me in. He's feeling a little down -- the boy mumbled something about a 'cavity search' -- so I gave his a couple of thousand, had the driver take him over to Junior League, and told him to run amok."

"Wow, Grand Dad, that's really cool," Kathy began to relax.

"He said little Becky's on her way to Tokyo, but where's your mother?" Grand Dad questioned as he sat down on the couch and motioned for the girls to kneel at his feet.

"She's working with my Mom tonight at Ferrell's Family Diner, Sir," Christi replied respectfully. "She's filling in or one of the lap dancers whose out sic--"

"Is she getting paid or just giving it away?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, she's get paid, plus make a lot of tips," Christi was warming to Grand Dad. "My mom's the lead dancer, and she makes real--"

"Well, as long as she's selling it, I can't fault her for that," Grand Dad seemed satisfied. "But it's a shame she's not here, I brought a couple of gifts. Actually, they're more like a way for two very naughty ladies to begin making up for trying to run out on my S&M club." Grand Dad pointed to the corner of the living room where his giant silver dildo stood proudly on its stand. Two seemingly identical gleaming rods stood next to the family heirloom.

"They're the latest model," Grand Dad explained proudly. "Not only will they bruise any woman's ovaries, they also have electric random-direction piston action to ensure a very rough ride," he smiled dangerously. "I'd strap you on, but," he looked down at Kathy's chastity belt, "it looks like you're out of commission. What happened?"