Bizarre Journey     Gail Jennings knew the rumors about her father-in-law were true as she checked her eight-year-old daughter’s lap for the hundredth time in a hundred miles and saw that his meaty hand was still on her bare leg and still making microscopic advances toward her crotch. He now had several inches of the hem bunched and was closer to pussy than knee, and he had started at the knee.

Nonetheless, she let another mile slip by without saying anything. Each time she drew an imaginary line, her absolute limit, she wound up having to redraw it because she couldn’t tell exactly when he crossed it; and besides, her limit kept changing.

Tammy didn’t seem to mind having a creeping hand on her leg. Had she shown any sign of distress, Gail might have been able to keep a set limit. For a precocious little mink that liked wearing short dresses into playgrounds because she liked showing her panties accidentally on purpose, this new game of touchy feely was a big thrill. She snuggled right up next to her grandpa at the first touch on the knee.

Gail cursed herself for not insisting that Tammy wear jeans for the long trip, cursed herself for not making Tammy ride in the back seat, cursed herself for being such a jellyfish around her husband’s powerful father, and cursed herself for accepting his offer to drive them to the audition that would keep them on the road for two days there and two more days back. With the three days of tryouts and auditions scheduled, that would mean an entire week with a man she knew in her heart was a child molester, and one that was not inhibited be the child’s mother. He was proving that, and the trip had just gotten started.

It wasn’t like no one warned her. After word got around their small community, she received no less than seven phone calls, mostly from her husband’s side of the family, people who should know, warning her about his problem, his reputation, and most had personal experience to relate.

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