The leaves in the trees were motionless, and the moss hung low and was as knotted and as gray as an old man's beard.The sweat was running down her bow...onto her nose then dropping down between her blossoms. It seem she had been sitting on the raft for hours. The shadows of the trees were stretching across the swamp."I was a dang fool to hit at that gator with my only paddle," she said aloud to no one.The gator must've thought so too since he bite down on it and pulled it right out of her. She locks her fingers around his and he squeezes her tightly. He lifts his hand, and with hers still on top, he moves their hands over and he grabs her thigh and forcefully rubs it. He can feel her thigh muscle tighten as he rubs it and her legs squeeze together, capturing his fingers between them. She runs her hand along his arm until she feels his leg again. Her hand finds his crotch and begins to stroke him gently. She can feel him grow in her hand and she squeezes him. He pulses when he. "It was my husband's. Emma's father."I remembered that my Dad's Circle number was 182. The age group fit well."Do you have an Internet connection?" I asked.We went to Emma's room where the computer was. She turned it on and after booting up she logged onto the Internet.I changed places with Emma and logged onto 'The Circle's ' web site with my password. I clicked the 'lost members' and a short list of 5 names came up. The second entry on the list was:Marvin Green, 187. Disappeared while on his. ‘I’m just raggin’ on you, Maisie. I wouldn’t have cared if you’d shown up in a lime green tutu and snakeskin cowboy boots. I’m just psyched you finally have some free time to hang out with us.’ She stepped away from the door to the mudroom at the rear of her parents’ house. ‘Come on in. It’s humid as hell out there, and we’re letting all that nastiness in.’ ‘Thanks.’ Maisie stepped onto the gray slate floor of the mudroom. ‘Hold on a sec.’ She sat on a long wooden bench to unzip her boots as.