My granny is like an old sailor with an endless list of stories to tell. She has no limits on subject matter. For example, she tells: "When I was entering my teens I became aware that in our one room house, that is one large room, a tiny kitchen and bathroom, everyone slept in the same room.

With the lamps out, I became aware of "humping" and "fucking sounds at night. I listened intently then would fall asleep. One day, I was awakened and apparently my time had come to be part of the fucking sounds. I cooperated without thinking of who had chosen to fuck me. It was just the way things were at the time."