I am on this web site because of my granddaddy, Emerald super C. Oh, oh, a lot of you reading this are already thinking that my grandfather and I got it on but you are incorrect. gramps was special to me but not in that way. He had a way of making me feel special. During the all too bound meter I spent with him, he had a way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. He made me feel like his darling grandchild but I am sure each of his ten grandkids would say the same thing. He gave each of us a soubriquet. Each of us is proud of the soubriquet given us by our granddaddy. My name was the Timid One…more on that later.

When he died go class, all ten of his grandchildren were called together at a family line resort for a weekend. granddaddy had provided for everything, paying for our transport, living accommodations, and food for thought. At a banquet celebrating his life we were treated to a sloping trough show of characterization of him as a child in 1932 up until the death of grandmamma in 2006 when he posed with us after her funeral. A number of the pictures were of him receiving extra honors throughout his biography from 1st spot in a spelling bee in one-quarter course to being recognized a few years ago by a national organization for his study on bar of shaver contumely. We grandkids were unaware of the many things that our granddaddy had accomplished in his life because when he spent time with us, everything was about us.

When the banquet was over there was some grumbling by some of my cousins that they had expected to take in something as an inheritance from our granddaddy, however ; each of us did experience a software system from granddaddy when we arrived home again. Just like always granddaddy made me feel special by sending me his old beat-up laptop electronic computer and six thumb driveway. It took me various mean solar day to get up the nerve to open up his desktop.

On the desktop were a number of folders. Some of the labels were, Family, Wife, protagonist, Best protagonist, Then, Now, Forever, youngster, R, XnXX, and cautious One. As I looked over these titles I realized that granddaddy had left me a personal message in the brochure titled cautious One since that was his nickname for me. Instead of clicking on that brochure I double clicked on Family and was immediately confronted with a request for a password. Not having the password I hit strike down and double clicked on Friends with the Same resolution. Attempting to open two more folders brought the same result. At terminal I forked clicked on timid One.

In the pamphlet were four folder, one titled start, a second titled Yours, a thirdly highborn Mine, and fourth titled End. Being the way I am, I opened the folder titled End. In it was a document titled End. I opened that and read :"Hello dearest timid One, since you always want to be intimate where you are going before you will realise a move ; I have placed this message here so you will. commencement of all, you are going nowhere unless you figure out my passwords. Yes timid One, that is right that is plural. Each folder has its own word. I have confidence in you. I know you will be able to total up with the passwords if you break old use. upright hunting."I perused his words. The sole affair that could be a hint was,"…break old habits."
I closed the document and the folder, and thought about the hint. Again I looked at the championship of the pamphlet in the pamphlet titled timid One. Since he had said,"…break old habits,"I opened the showtime brochure. There were nine brochure titled 1 through 9. Keeping in head his give-and-take,"…break old drug abuse,"I opened folder 1. In this folder was a document titled Family.

I opened it and this is what I read :"Hello timid One. I hope this is where you started. syndicate is always where one should start. The 4 Gig hitchhike drive holds your mob story with some secret that I have recorded but never shared with anyone. But…didn't you know there was a But…you will let to come up with the password to open any of the files. The clue for this is a nativity day. We American language use Month Day, year. That won't work for a password because of the comma. Have fun."
It only took me a few moments to remember my granddaddy always wrote birthdays in the European way, that is Day Month Year…no Polygonia comma. granddad's birthday was 14 August 1931 so the password was either 14August1931 or 14Aug1931. To bowdlerize this tarradiddle I will skip the particular of my family and go directly to two of the enigma that applied to my granddaddy.

The first off had to do with his birth. His mother, my great grandmother, often told stories about how crazy she was. Her story about granddaddy's nativity was one of them. She was 41 in 1931 and the mother of four children ages 22, 18, 13, and 8. She had never had any trouble with a pregnancy or giving nativity to a tyke but during her fifth pregnancy she had a H2O memory trouble. She went into toil about three weeks early on Aug 4th. The baby was rupture and the medico was unable to turn over it. The travail went on day after day. The Dr. wanted to perform a caesarian delivery but she would not countenance it saying she would favor to die. Then on the evening of the tenth day of labor the child was born.
Great grandmother noted that the baby was a boy with a weak cry. He looked diminished and more suddenly than alive. The nurse rushed off with him and exhausted peachy grandmother fell asleep. In the forenoon she was awakened when the nurse placed a baby in bed with her. It was a healthy ten pounds. To her it looked like a month old, not a new Born. She said,"Why have you brought me this infant ? Where is my baby ?"It took some time and crusade on the character of the nurse and the doctor to convince her that this intelligent baby was in fact her babe. When she would recount this tale she would always conclude with,"See how demented I can get. How could I have doubted that Emerald was my son ?"

Although this write up was meant to exhibit how softheaded his mother was granddaddy was always bothered by the story so a few yr ago when he heard of a DNA trial that could either prove or confute a story like this he convinced his sole living sibling, a sister to let him test her DNA against his. Great grandmother may have been nutcase but she was not as looney as she thought because the test showed that granddaddy and his sister were not related. A further banker's bill on granddaddy's DNA report was that with 99 % certainty his parents were brother and sister.

It is easy to patch together what happened back in 1930 a teenaged girl was knocked up by her brother. She protected her Brother by refusing to tell who the father was. The Dr. said he would find a home for the baby and then when great grandmother's baby died he made the switch. He and the nanny were the solitary ones who knew.

Great grandmother Green may ingest been crazy but she raised a tremendous son. However, he wrote several stories in the first someone about being sexually abused by his crazy mother. I also know that from the age of 11 to 15 he lived alone with his mother. Maybe his history were phantasy and maybe they were fact.

For reasons yet to be explained to me granddaddy legally changed his epithet as soon as he turned 18. He lived his integral life-time with that Chosen gens and passed it on to his children but he never hid the fact that he was born Emerald Green. All of his erotic stories were written as Emerald Green. His teaching career and his children stories were under his chosen figure. I don't know what that tells us but maybe as I open Sir Thomas More of his prolific files I will get the answer.

I have had no trouble coming up with the passwords as long I continue to intend like granddaddy did and not like the impatient Timid One that granddaddy knew.

A few days ago when I got tired of being abused by my husband Tim, I changed my nickname from Timid One to Tim I Done. On that day I suddenly refused to get down on my stifle and beg for his putz. When he demanded I get down on my knees and beg I kicked him in the nuts. When he doubled over in bother and swore I would pay dearly for my approach on him, I kicked him in the mouth. He threatened to kill me and I dialed 911. We were both arrested but because he continued to menace my living, even in Court before the judge, my actions were declared self-defense and he was enjoined to ride out away from me. I feared he would bother me for a spell but submissive women are easy enough to find and he has a unanimous serail of three that take turn of events on his cock. He has since told me that the best thing that ever happened to him was when I broke up with him .