My Grandpa has been living with us for a few weeks now. He’s over 60, with a twinkle in his eye and a wandering hand. I’ve noticed him staring at me more than once, his gaze lingering on my curves in a way that sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race. I’ve tried to dismiss it as Grandpa's harmless quirk, but that day, something felt off. I stepped out of my car, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow on my...