Meeting The Bitch Herself

"You look just as handsome as your Grandfather when he was your age," Vanessa said as she eyed me.

I've always been compared to my Grandfather, I've seen the photos and there was no denying that I looked just like him when he was younger.

But never had I ever felt as disgusted in the comparison as when Vanessa made it.

I could feel my skin crawling and the sudden urge to vomit when she said it. 

And the way she looked at me.

She looked at me as if she wanted to fuck me and this was a woman as old as my grandparents. She couldn't be seriously thinking that I was as old as her granddaughter for crying out loud.

"You look stunned," she said as she continued to study me. 

"People have always said he looks like Grandpa," Garret said, making me turn my attention to him.

"W— w— who are you?" I stuttered, hopefully I didn't seem like I was acting. "Why do you seem to know Grandpa?"