Granny’s Gummy Glory hole
“Nearly the end of the month,” Granny thought to herself looking at the calendar on the wall, “Another week and Joey will turn sixteen, finally.” Joey was her grandson who became her ward several years ago, when his parents shot a man during a drug deal gone wrong, and she had since done her best to raise him to be a decent (at least fairly decent) person, and for her effort, she was awaiting what would be her reward and her body shivered for a second or two in anticipation. “Hey Granny, I’m home. How long before supper?”, came Joey’s voice from across the house. “Twenty minuets to half an hour, why, hungry?” she called back. “Just wondering. I’ll be down soon.” He told her going up the stairs to his room. Entering his room, …