Nana Menard helps Gary walk his dog.

"Thanks for showing me round your college, Gary," Nana said. "Pretty campus, and it's nice you've got all this open space down here." She and Gary were walking hand-in-hand among the trees in the lower, undeveloped part of his college campus. Gary's grandmother was a strong and active woman in her sixties whose full figure filled out her jeans and sleeveless denim shirt. Her graying blonde hair was braided on the sides and pulled into a rope down her back.

"Sure thing, Nana," Gary said. "I was glad you could come down and see us. It's been a while since you've been out here."

"Well, now that we've finally gotten things settled with the lodge," she said, "your grandfather and I are free to travel. I'm glad I talked him out of his-and-hers motorcycles. The camper is much more my style. He'll be picking it up at the customizer's shop this week. So I had a little time to drop by."

Gary laughed. "I thought he just wanted you to hang on from the back of one motorcycle," he said.

"T'hell with that!" Nana said.

Gary laughed. He squeezed her hand.

Nana said, "And thanks for introducing me to Bernie. She's a gracious young woman, and I could see you're really happy around her."

"Yeah," Gary said. "I like her a lot, and I think she really loves me. But it's pretty early, and we're kind of getting to know each other. I want to be more sure about what I feel."

"Hmm," Nana said. "I had a good feeling about her. But I can see that you'd like to know if Miss Bernstein and her big boo-tay can keep your pecker pointed in her direction when the next Sharon crosses your path."

"Nana!" Gary protested.

"You told me yourself about what Sharon did to you," Nana said. "Your dad had the same sort of problem until your ma finally dragged him away from his other girlies. Now your ma, there's a girl with willpower. Fights dirty too. I think she used to hide his keys. I think your Bernie could be a keeper if she's not too mopey. And I saw how she kept cosying up her hips to you. Is she a good ride?"

"Nana," Gary said, laughing. He felt a twitch inside his pants.

"Why're you getting shy now? When you were visiting me, you told me everything about Sharon and that girl Meg. While you were pulling your pecker in front of me, no less. Now how is Miss Big Britches in bed?"

"Good," he said.

"Thank you, Gary," she said, and squeezed his hand. "I guess she couldn't keep your attention if she wasn't. What's her favorite position?"

"Nana, please," Gary said. His face felt hot. His pants were definitely getting tight in front.

Nana looked at him with her clear blue eyes and raised her eyebrows.

"From behind," Gary said.

"Lucky you, yours too!" Nana said. "I bet you're just darling together! Well, then, I think you ought to keep those wandering eyes of yours right on the back of her big blue jeans," she said. "And when she's not there, you should take care of yourself. At least with her mama writing that 'Free to Masturbate' book, Bernie ought to be understanding about how much you need to walk your dog."

"Nana!" Gary complained.

"You weren't so fussy when you were visiting," she said. "At least after I caught you lookin' through my old nudie model pictures, I made you do it on the back window seat so you didn't have to hog my bathroom three or four times a day."

Gary didn't have anything to say to that. Guilty as charged. Usually she'd been elsewhere in the house doing chores when he did it, but she always came and checked on him and sometimes stayed to watch. They'd even had a few conversations there with Nana holding his hand while he jacked off.

Nana squeezed his hand again. "Maybe you can get a nice nudie picture of her to carry around," she said. "It'll help you stay strong against temptation."

Gary laughed. He yanked at his pants so they would stop binding on his swollen penis, but to little effect.

They approached Stuart's Super Surf Van that Gary was car-sitting while Stuart was away on a surf vacation.

"Wish I'd had a boyfriend with a bedroom on wheels like this," she said. "But I suppose it usually worked out."

Gary unlocked the van. "We've got a little time before we have to get you back," Gary said. "You want to swing by the outlet store like usual?"

"Bless you, no, I'm full up on cowgirl duds," Nana said. But lookin' at you, maybe we should take a few minutes to walk your dog. You can tell me more about Bernie if you like. Looks pretty deserted here, and you've got the back of that big old van."

He and Nana looked at each other for a quiet minute. As much as he willed it, his penis stayed hard. Nana's sleeveless shirt with the ruffles down the front didn't help a bit, the way it showed off her big breasts and sun-touched cleavage.

"Okay," Gary said. "C'mon in back, Nana."

Neither of them saw Gary's girlfriend Bernie, still a ways back, as she approached through the trees.