Check out Pt. 1 if you're not sure where you are in the story.
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They released me from the hospital the next afternoon, after a checkup and a quick interview with a detective in a bad suit. After another wet-eyed hug, dad drove me home. I knew if I returned to my apartment, I'd just sit around ruminating. So, I agreed to bunk for a while at mom and dad's house.
"Your grandmother is fine," he said as we pulled into the driveway. "Thanks to you." He paused and sighed. "She says you saved her life."
I mumbled something.
He parked the car and sighed again.
"They want to keep her for another night. For observation." He paused and turned to me. "It's a miracle, really. Not a scratch on either of you. Some of the other hostages were pretty roughed up."
He extended his hand toward me and we shook.
"Thanks, son," he said. "Thanks for taking care of your grandma."
I nodded.
"You're probably gonna want to rest up," he said as he opened his door. "Take it easy for a while."
I nodded again and pulled the door latch.
Mom hugged me when I entered the house and dad offered me a beer but I told him I just wanted to hit the hay. They stood beaming at me, arms around each others' waists, as I trudged to my bedroom.
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We all drove back to the hospital the next morning. They wheeled grandma down and she sprang to her feet when she saw us in the lobby. I was so happy to see her that I forgot - -- for a minute or two - - the events at the bank.
Gran hugged mom and dad and then clasped both my hands in hers.
"Stan." She beamed at me. "Thank you, honey." Her eyes dampened. "I couldn't have made it without you, sweetie."
She hugged me, though I noticed she kept a safe distance between our bodies. Her tiny hand clutched mine as I led her out of the hospital and to the car. I sat in front next to dad as we drove away. He wanted gran to stay with us for a few days, but she insisted that he drop her off at her house on the west side of town.
"I'll be more comfortable there," she said as we pulled to the curb in front of her little bungalow. "And I just want to be home."
I started to open my door when dad put his hand on my arm.
"It's okay, bud," he said, opening his door. "Let me handle this."
I watched him escort his mother up the walk.
My boss, Charlie, called that afternoon. The company wanted to give me a couple of weeks of paid vacation.
"Bro," Charlie said. "You're a hero. Plus you should take some time to get back in the swing of things." He paused. "You know, Stan, I was over in the Suck and I know what sons-a-bitches with guns can do to a guy."
I accepted his offer and spent the next couple of days jogging five miles in the morning and hitting the gym hard in the afternoon. A pair of detectives interviewed me about the hold-up. Besides asking lots of questions about the robbers - - all dead now, they wanted a detailed account of our time in the office. I had to offer an edited version.
It was probably around ten one night after the detectives' visit that the house phone rang. I heard dad talking in low tones, and shortly after, a knock at my bedroom door. I put down the book I was reading.
"Stan," dad said as he opened the door. "That was your grandmother. She's terrified that there might be somebody outside the house."
I sat up and he nodded.
"I told her I'd come over to check things out but she insisted on you."
I stood and grabbed my shoes.
"Sure," I answered. "No problem." I hesitated. "You think there really is some creep in her yard?"
Dad shrugged his shoulders.
"I think she's probably just nervous."
I laced up my sneakers and hustled out to my truck. Ten minutes later, I was parking in grandma's driveway. She had all the outside floods on and all the lights on the first floor.
I knocked on her door and announced myself.
"Oh, Stan," gran said, peeking through the cracked-open front door. "Thank god."
She ushered me in and grabbed my forearms.
"Honey," she continued. "I heard something out in the garage."
I nodded.
"I'll check it out."
I poked around the garage and strolled the perimeter of her backyard. All was empty and quiet. When I entered through the kitchen door, gran was standing by the entrance to the dining room, her hands clenched together.
"It's all good," I said. "Nobody there. Probably just the wind... or a cat...or something."
She unleashed a sigh of relief and her body relaxed.
"Oh my," grandma said in frustration. "I don't know what's gotten into me."
I smiled.
"Come on. Who wouldn't be nervous after what you... er, we... went through."
Her eyes flashed up at me and then fell away.
"I guess I'm just getting to be a nervous Nelly," she muttered, tightening her bathrobe. "Do you want some tea or anything?"
I nodded and she slipped past me to the stove.
Later, we sat together at the dining room table sipping our cups of tea. We hardly exchanged a word until, with a sigh, gran looked up at me nervously.
"Honey," she began. "I know it's an imposition. But... would you... would you stay the night?"
I smiled. "Of course, gran. No problem."
She returned my smile and we stood. She called mom and dad to tell them the new plan and I offered to sleep on the living room sofa to be closer to her bedroom and any intruders.
While grandma made up the sofa, I couldn't help but notice the curves and swells of her buxom body. Memories of our time in the bank office flooded my brain but I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed them away. When she was finished with the sofa, she pecked me on the cheek and ambled away to her bedroom.
I settled down to get some sleep and, as I drifted away, I allowed the memories to return. Her grunts and groans. Our lips twisting and smashing together. Her big breasts in the palms of my hands. The way my cock pulsed inside her. My groin twitched and with a grunt, I turned onto my side and tried to replace the images of grandma with memories of ex-girlfriend Carrie.
I was awakened by a hand on my shoulder. I rolled over on the sofa, still half-asleep.
"It's just me," grandma whispered. "I can't sleep."
