I had returned to New York after a two-week business trip. While away, I had my house painted and had asked my grandparents to keep at there home some valuables. When I arrived home, I dropped my luggage and then drove to my grandparents' home. As usual, I would enter their home from the rear door. As I opened the gate, what I saw threw me back. My grandparents were in the yard. Grandma was dressed, but Grandpa was nude. He was stroking away while she talked to him. I could not hear what she was saying. I very quietly walked back to the front of the house and rang the bell.

— Jack, 36