Growing up I knew I had some kind of a connection with my grandmother. Discovering the same passions within myself that I read from her journals after her death made me realize that connection. The seduction and sexual desires that poured onto the pages of this woman's journal pages was more than I could fathom. The man that made this all possible was at first only known to me as her inherent lover. Through letters written to her, he opened her seductive side up and her creativity poured out into stories that no one ever read until now. Through these stories I discovered this same creativity in me and I would be damned if anyone would keep it unread, between pages in a journal and hidden away, including my pessimistic husband. I had to show him how wonderful this connection was and how amazing each story was. He'd be sure to say yes to my dreams of becoming an author. If THAT didn't convince him, maybe the secret about who her lover really was would do it. (R Rated)