At 26 I was still a virgin, and my father always warned me, “Stop sitting on grandpa’s lap and watch out for him.” I never listened to him… until one night Grandpa came up to me and asked, “Will you sleep next to me tonight?”

It wasn’t something I was ashamed of. I’d dated a few times, but I’d never met anyone I trusted enough to take that step.
Interestingly, my father seemed more concerned about my behavior in the presence of a particular man.
My grandfather.
Grandpa George practically helped me raise me.
When I was little, I followed him everywhere. Even as an adult, I would hug him, lean on his shoulder while we watched TV, and sometimes, jokingly, sit on his lap for a photo, as I