. "We can't act on a missing person report for at least twenty-four hours," the officer I spoke to told me."Even if I have reason to believe the missi...g person may have been abducted? Her father has ... how can I put it ... extreme religious views," I said, "and my fiancée expressed concern about her father's behaviour, that his behaviour when he left was out of character." Hm..." he said, "well ... all I can really do is record your concerns..." he gave me a reference number, "and tell you to. Gayle had an idea. She would find out exactly what Ethan had in his shorts, and she knew just how to do it.Ethan drifted slowly on his back with his eyes closed. The sun was warm on his face. The cool water reenergized him. He would have gone back to play more basketball, but he was too relaxed, and having too much fun in the pool. Pam always said diving in the deep end was the most fun. Now he knew what she meant.He felt his penis stirring in his shorts. Pam told him about having sex and said. As far as he knew no mortal man had ever ended up on the good side of being an Egyptian goddess’s husband.Waving her hand he was suddenly stark naked, as the thin delicate wrap she wore on her body softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost wicked but loving smile she bent to engulf his twitching and starting to throb member.“Good,” lifting her head, she repeated from the night before, “mine, spread seed.”Then with another long, lingering, slow lick all the way up his shaft, she took his. We played basketball together, and I remember distinctly winning. The great feeling of triumph over a boy in a sport that I benched-warmed all through middle school was a vivid feeling. Rarely do I bring it up, but it is a fond memory. I remember faintly our goodbyes. His promises of staying in touch seemed too good to be true, and boy, was I right. I hadn’t heard from him since. I heard my aunt call my name from the other room. ‘This is it,’ I thought in my head as I inhaled. I always wonder.