What do you think the boy would do?" he asks.I listen but I can't stop looking down at the pins sticking up toward my balls. The board helps support m..., keeping my balls safe from the pins.SLAP!!!! He slaps my face hard. "I asked you a question boy," he says staring at me, his eyes cold.Trying to make sense of what he is telling me but the fear running through my brains makes thinking so hard. As I look down, I tell him, "The boy would stay on his toes Sir." Would he really," he says as he. His unsteady steps carried him behind the next wall of sand and then he suddenly stopped short, staring down into the small depression. He shook his head harder this time. It was still there. In one long drink he downed the other cup and looked harder. Yes, it was still there. A flying saucer. Well, no, it wasn't flying. It was resting on the sand but it looked like the pictures of flying saucers he had seen. About forty feet across, the center a raised dome. But that wasn't all. Coming towards. "Man!" Henry sat up on the couch, sniffing. "This whole hose smells like wet pussy!" What on earth!" Patty gasped. She gaped at him dismay, blushing fiercely, automatically holding her robe tighter. "How... how dare you say such a disgusting thing to me?! Get out of my home this instant!" Aw, that's okay," Henry grinned. "I didn't mean anything by it. I guess you were playing with yourself when I came over, huh?" You're disgusting. Get out of my home." Take it easy."Then, Henry shocked her. She came the day after and she looked different. I asked her what happened. She didn’t say anything and just continued with her work. I followed her during her work and was constantly asking her.At last I couldn’t take the suspense anymore so I caught her hand and forced her to talk to me. It was then I saw that she had a bruise in her hand. Tears started rolling down.I put my hand on her shoulder and she moved closer to me. I couldn’t control myself and my concern turned to lust. I took that.