However, nobody knew anything about FIMO, for theywere truly a most secretive organization. They have no known leader, or evena powerful inner circle,...nor do they have a base of operations. They have onlyinfluence, and members seem to get their orders from the messengers of ghosts,always changing and disappearing, as if the orders came from Allah himself.Such was the mystery of the deadly terrorist group, until very recently. The Masters gained control of all political aspects of the Arab World. ."I feigned innocence but, as I hustled off to my room, I could feel my cheeks burning red.Once back in the privacy of my room, I lay naked on my bed. I began caressing myself. Feeling the smoothness of my cock and balls, and my armpits. Feeling very feminine. I spread my legs wide as I began masturbating again. Imagining Dave and his manly, hairy body climbing onto me. His huge, fat cock nudging the opening of my ass. I stopped myself before I came. This was too much for what little. He had no desire to impregnate Mom. Yet, did that mean she was to be left behind? If they left, that is. Everything was still fuzzy. Last night's "download" hadn't helped. Alan's eyes closed, fingers on his forehead. Confusion. Contradictions.Much of the Bible suddenly made sense, if this was what Moses and Jesus had to deal with.He needed unhealthy food in his belly. A milkshake. Give himself a brain freeze to clear things up. It was a plan.Alan felt the women around him as he strolled down. Her left eyebrow was slightly raised, her lips were slightly parted, and her head was tilted slightly to one side. Her eyes themselves revealed nothing. Not anger, not surprise, nothing.Finally, after what seemed like forever, she said, "What, we don't knock anymore?"That's when my face finally flushed red and I snapped out of my catatonic state. Spinning around in place I stammered, "Light's not on, thought you were at volleyball, Jesus I'm sorry, oh my God, Jesus!"Then I ran faster than.