Grandma and grand daughter find new love and lust.

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It had been about 10 years since I'd last visited my grandmother. It was a strange feeling, seeing the woman I'd grown up adoring for what would seem to be the first time, yet so familiar. On the train from college in suburban Philly to a small town in Vermont, the sights, sounds and smells of grandma baking bread, singing music she grew up with from the 70s ringing in my mind, her letting me licks the spoon after she finished preparing her famous honey nut cookies (everyone in the small town of Rutland loved them). I wondered if she...