I accompanied my Mother and Sister to see my Grandmother in the rest home. She was placed there several months ago because she's on the cusp of Alzheimers and is starting to become helpless. She's having a hard time adjusting, so she gets frequent visits from us for the time being. Mom and Sis sat on either side and held Gramma's hands, comforting her, telling her everything is going to be fine. I asked them both to go and have lunch in the cafeteria so I could speak with Grammy alone. They left and I sat bedside. "How are ya, Gramma?" I asked her. "Ohhhh, uh, I'm alright. They're nice here. But I look forward to your visits. You are the light of my life. You're my favorite grandchild. I love to here stories about how you're doing. Tell me, sweetheart." replied Grammmy in a drugged drone. "I'd like to talk to you about something, Grams," I began in a serious tone, "It's about a new passion of mine. It's called 'Gag Factor'. It's a series of videotapes [she don't know from DVD, she's 76] in which young women have penises shoved into their mouths mercilessly until they gag, vomit, cough, and generally can't breathe. The best part is when their mouths get fucked as they hang their heads upside down. That way, see, Grams, their snot, puke, phlegm and such runs up their nose and covers their faces and hair, causing maximum degradation and discomfort." I had to repeat this twice because she couldn't fathom it. When she understood she started making distressed "Ohhhh, goodness gracious" protests. I proceeded, pretending I didn't notice how upset she had become. "Grams, I made an audio mix tape of the various hacking and choking sounds made by these throatfucked whores. I want you to listen to it" and I then whipped out a Walkman and restrained Grandmother as I placed the earphones on her head. I pressed "Play". The look that came over her face at that moment was not unlike that which I saw when I told her that Grandpa had been killed on the job at the steel mill two weeks before he was to retire. I pumped up the volume and pressed "Bass Boost" so Grams would get the full effect. "Noooooo! Noooo! Lord have mercy! Nooo!" wailed Grams, completely repulsed and disturbed. I whipped the headphones off and concealed the Walkman before the nurses came in to see what Gramma was crying out over. Grams tried to tell them "gags factors... videos... videos... they're choking them... sick.. they have to be stopped!!" Grams was delirious. "She's confused. I'm sorry you have to see your Grandmother in this state. It's the disease that's masking her talk this gibberish" the nurse said to me with pity. "I know", I said, "I know".
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