I had milked my mother. “Mmm, mom’s milk!” I said and tasted again. It was so sweet and warm as I suckled, bringing streams of it in warm spurts...against my tongue. I began to get wet as I tasted my mother’s milky nutrition. I could feel my warm inner drippings flow and slowly coat my smooth fissure. It felt as hot as my mother’s breast milk squirting onto my taste buds. Then I felt a tickle on my inner thigh leading up to my personal property. It was my mother’s hand. Mom was going to feel me.. Around ten o'clock that morning I got a call from the distributor telling me that the shipment had been delayed and would not arrive at my store until around seven o'clock that evening.It has always been my practice to be at the store when a shipment of expensive merchandise arrived so that I can make sure that the merchandise wasn't damaged in transit and that everything on the bill of lading was accounted for. When I realized that I was going to have to stay late at the store that night I. In 1949, the field pioneered by Alvin Bryant finally became what hehad envisioned for it when it was decommissioned as a military baseand deeded to the City of Stafford for use as its first metropolitanairport. A role it filled, as Bryant hoped it would, until too many ofthe DC-3s and DC-6s that could use its runways were replaced by newerjet airliners that required more space to land and take off from thanBryant?s Field could offer them.The last commercial flight landed at Bryant?s Field on. He was out there with his pretty little wife on a second honey moon” the store owner said“Oh my god, someone else was attacked?” I interrupted“What do you mean someone else?”“My wife was attacked by a bear out there, it’s why we left. She was traumatised and hasn’t been the same since. I actually came up here hoping to find her”“She’s missing?“Yes” I replied“I don’t know how to tell you this sir, but that was no bear. It appears the same offender that attacked your wife attacked the old man we.