I was still a virgin at 26, and Dad always warned me, “Stop sitting on Grandpa’s lap and be careful with him.” I never listened to him… Until one night Grandpa came to see me and asked me, “Would you sleep next to me tonight?”

I was twenty-six years old and had never been intimate with a man.

It wasn’t something I was ashamed of. I had dated some men, but I had never met anyone I trusted enough to take that step.

Interestingly, my father seemed much more concerned about the way I behaved near a particular man.

My grandfather.

Grandpa George had practically helped raise me.

When I was little, I followed him everywhere. Even after I became an adult, I hugged him, he would rest his head on his shoulder while we watched TV and sometimes jokingly, I would sit on his lap for one  photo, like I’ve done since I was a kid.

Dad hated him.

“Emily, enough,” he said.

I laughed.

“Dad, it’s Grandpa.

I know exactly who it is. Just be careful with him.