’ It turned out that the bevy of people accompanying the good doctor, were going to take fingerprints, dental impressions, the whole nine yards. Two...weeks later I had the answers. I was Captain James E. Peters, often called Jamie. I was married to an Amy Peters, and I had a child, although the child had been born after I was ‘killed.’ I was a helicopter pilot. I had been called home because my parents had been killed in a car wreck, and had been going home on emergency leave along with Lt.. Maybe he just wanted to forget it happened. I hoped not, but I was feeling a bit better and quickly stashed my mirror and brush and stood by the door, putting my hair in a ponytail. I slowly unzipped it and stepped outside. Dad had his back to me, kneeling down in front of the campfire making breakfast. He must have heard the zipper and looked back over his shoulder. When our eyes met, I whirled around and shut the door. Then I slowly turned, wondering if he was still watching me, but he was. I was afraid that Samantha would notice and excused myself to go jump in the shower and get ready to leave. The whole evening, while being out with my friends, I found myself wondering if Samantha noticed my semi hard on and if she did the wrestling thing as a tease. I couldn’t get the thought of her breasts out of my mind and how much it turned me on just having my hands brush against them. When I got home I went straight to bed, but had to relieve the pressure building in me from what. Mom and I were talking about grabbing lunch.Maybe do a little shopping." Ah, cool." You wanna come along?" Na, that's alright." I replied. Honestly, I might have liked to, buttruthfully I was starting to feel a bit guilty about sucking up so muchparental attention over the last couple weeks, especially consideringthat on a certain level they weren't really my parents."You have any idea when Dad and the rest of them are going to getback?" Robin asked."Not really." Then you might have to come.