We were so comfortable talking about anything and everything that we agreed to meet for lunch the following day. Was I doing the right thing? I prayed...that he wouldn’t be a stalker, or worse. We met at a busy restaurant. I arrived first, and even though he was a few minutes late, I still knew he would come. He arrived, and we had our first physical meeting. He shook my hand, and we had the best lunch I can remember. There was no lag in conversation, and I didn’t do all the talking. I seem to. Uh..Uh…” Kaitlyn responded. The last two months had been fun, she realized, and to his credit, her new ‘Daddy’ got an A for effort, and not just in the sex department. The ride down in his 1970 Corvette convertible was neat, because at small-town stoplights, they got looks and thumbs-up and Kaitlin smiled. The attention was rather nice. Now, she was taking his cock in a huge beachfront home, a place she never even imagined she would – Ah..- Visit. His dick was the topper. “Your baby wants. It was like being buried in the sand. Oh God! What was wrong with me? I felt the panic rising in me, and heard the distant sound of voices murmuring, one of them was incredibly soothing. I didn’t understand it, but it seemed so familiar. I just knew, from that voice, that everything would be alright. I calmed and slid back into the abyss. I had a few more experiences like that until finally, I dragged my eyes open. The task exhausted me and I let out a low moan. There was a scraping sound. . I have something to tell you, too, though, you obviously got some of the picture with the scene that you witnessed. When I joined the Militia, after the heartache that I suffered, along with Ryan, well ... we tried to make it work, he and I. It didn’t last, though. He was killed in action, shortly after an argument because I wanted him to seek a non-combatant assignment instead. I didn’t want to lose the one love that I still had left, to be totally and completely alone, you see. It was.