But it wasn‘t the kind of attention a mother pays to her teenage son. It was more like a big sister fooling around with her kid brother or an older ...oman flirting with a teenage boy. Whatever her reasoning for treating me the way she did was I really didn‘t know or care because I loved it. I was also getting a wicked case of hot pants for her because of the things she’d say to me and the way she fooled around with me.For instance, Patty started saying things to me like, ”Oh, Sonny boy, what a. I leaned forward on my palms in a modified doggy style position. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. The same smile spread onto his face. He leaned back on his palms and pushed his hips forward. I rocked my ass back and forward to meet his thrusts. The wet, splashy sounds of our fucking were a soundtrack that accentuated our lovemaking. In this position, nothing connected us but sex itself and it was glorious.He grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed it. I moaned my uninhibited. Inez, who preferred to approach problems in an organized and logical manner, spoke up next. "Let's outline the issues here. I think we're in agreement that complete prevention of the attacks just isn't in the cards, right?" It isn't, for lots and lots of reasons," I reiterated. "Exactly what could we do? Figure out a way to alert the authorities, and have the flights grounded? We could never do that without revealing our pre-knowledge. That's the big obstacle here – something large-scale is. * Laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling Jake listened to the gentle breathing of his wife. The sounds of the night could be heard outside the glass of his bedroom window, a train trundling past, the sounds of late night drinkers making their way back from the pub and the sound of the odd car driving down the road. His mind could not rest, the jumble of facts and information about the six rapes running through his head. All women taken to isolated and derelict buildings or waste grounds..