A time out of time and for all time. The small, thoughtless physical contacts, the painless punches and smiling shoves, will soon be forever washed aw...y by the onrush of manhood, duty, responsibility. But for now the two boys move as one, unguided and uncontrolled. Sooner or later, though, it had to come. ‘Hey, Jeff.’ ‘What Ernie?’ ‘How come I can’t go swimmin’, huh?’ ‘You don’t have a suit!’ ‘Hah! Gotcha there! See,’ pulling down the band of his Levis to reveal the suit concealed beneath.. . Well, he'd see to it I didn't get anywhere in the field."A predator. There's a way to deal with predators. I punched in another cell number."Dan - " Mike," I interrupted/ "We need you."Pause. "You at home, in Midtown?" Yep." I'm in Amsterdam. Be a couple of hours. Can you hang in there, or do you need the Marines?"He wasn't referring to Uncle Sam's Misguided Children; he meant the really scary ones, the ones who give Andrew Vachss nightmares."Not that immediate, but we need you. Predator.". “Probably not,” she said with a smile.“I think I’ll show him a rerun of Heartbreak Ridge, where Clint Eastwood rips an earring out of a recruit’s ear. Maybe that will get through.” My wife rolled her eyes at that. “Wait until your daughters get in on the act and want their belly buttons pierced.”“My daughters are good girls and would never do that,” she replied, rather primly.I snorted. “Yeah, well my daughters would do it and then lie to us!” On my first go, Maggie had not only gotten her. I unzipped my shorts and put my hand in my panties. Oh my god, one of my boys will lick Carol’s pussy. I imagined Don Jr. between her legs. Oh, that must feel so good.I snatched my hand away from my pussy, zipped up my shorts, and walked toward the boy’s tent. I didn’t even announce myself. I just pulled back the flap and walked in. Carol was half-naked and sitting on Don Jr’s cot while Don Jr. sat next to her kissing her breasts and feeling her up. Greg was standing in front of Carol with his.