'Come on Mar' she retorted, 'It's his home let them hang out Unc', she continued, adding, 'can I call you Unc too'?'He rose and stepped towards her an... reaching down cupped her head between his hands and kissed her full on the mouth.I watched them for that instant, noting her relaxed pose, neither responding or making any attempt to break from him, and when his finished kissing her, turned to me and said, 'Mariel, I just her to bits' to which I replied, 'Wicked'.He left the room to get more. Then, something salty squirted into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but I was forced to swallow. The worst part of this was that I had dreamed of having sex, or maybe even giving a blowjob, but never like this! I prayed that they were done, but they only switched places, after getting a little creative. They took some pliers and attached them to my small breasts and the pain of them hanging down made me scream more. When they got done this time, they opened the stock and let me off, but. The fresh air and slight breeze helped my dull paperwork seem not quite unbearable. I glanced up and let my eyes rest on the trees that swayed gently on this mild summery afternoon. Then my gaze was jerked rudely away from the botany, and to a figure lying on the grass. It was a girl, a very attractive and subtly sexy girl, lounging in the ankle-high fescue. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, appearing to study a small daisy or clover flower. Her knees were pulled up, ever so. The ring looked like a class ring of some kind, and the watch was an expensive looking dive watch. I set the two of them back on the document bag as I grabbed the wallet and opened it. I found a military ID or driver's license, and my name was Cooper Jackson James. The date of birth said April 23rd, 1984. I grabbed the watch again from where I'd set it – it had a calendar that gave the date as Wednesday, May 25th.It had been May 22nd, 2011 when I had last looked at the date at the Sherman.