25.5.2009
ACT 14
ACT 14
One day Steina came into Paul's room. He sat at his desk reading.
"I don't have any time to talk to you," he said sullenly, but when he saw Steina's expression, he put down his book.: "OK, what is it?"
She had been visiting her grandfather, Speedy Simon, earlier.
She seemed a little insecure.
"Sister dear, what's the matter?" he said
"Paul, you know what? Grandpa Simon was diddling my pussy."
Paul looked at the girl and was at a loss. "What the hell are you saying, girl?" He shot up off the chair and looked at his sister who had started to cry.
"I don't believe it," he said, "I don't believe it." He balled his hand into a fist and slammed it on the desk. Steina continued to whimper. After a while, Paul sat down again and asked for more information.
"What do you mean, he was diddling."
"Yes he did."
"Has he done this before?"
"No, not that way."
"What do you mean, not that way?" He was agitated, and Steina started crying again.
"Steina, dear, let's talk about this calmly. Tell me exactly what happened."
"He's always been so nice, Grandpa Simon, but today when we were together..." She had difficulty speaking. Finally she continued: "I was looking at the medals and trophies up in his room. I sat on the bed next to him, and then he braced my butt with one hand, and with the other he shoved his finger into my pussy."
Paul looked at his sister. He knew she was not fibbing and, therefore, admired her boldness.
"Steina dear, we have to talk to Mom about this first. Let's not mention this to Dad, not right away."