The games we used to play are replaced with reports and credit card bills. What life is this that we have reduced ourselves to? Why do we not act upon...those childhood memories that used to fill our very minds? My life faces these very questions everyday as does yours. We are the same everyway yet different underneath. Sometimes our only escape is into the memories of these worlds we create for ourselves. It was on such a meeting that I found myself in a dark place. The place was surrounded by. There was an uncomfortable silence then Brandy said "Well I am going to bed" I was thinking I freaked her out.I told her good night and she looks me deep in the eyes and asked me "Well are you going to tuck me in" She grabs my hand as we walk into her room.Her room was right next to mom and dads room and they always slept with the door open. And in the anticipation we didn't even shut her door. Mom and dad could easily hear us if they were awake and if they got up there we would be. She lay-ed. ...” Before I could finish, she interrupted me “Do you find me attractive or is it just women’s panties that turn you on?” “I think you’re hot, you’re definitely a MILF.” “A MILF? You think of me in that way?” “Yes” “What about me is it that you like?” My fear suddenly subsided and I could sense that this was my chance, if there was going to be one. “I like your long beautiful legs. Your ass is perfect and your tits are amazing. Your face is beautiful and even your hair is a turn-on. It’s. "No James, I'm sorry she didn't," Madison said with no real compassion. "ok Madison sorry to trouble you." "Goodbye James." "Goodbye and Thank you." James made a few more calls to Chrystal's friends with no results. James was overcome with worry. He decided to ride round the neighbourhood in the hopes of spotting her. Chrystal hugged Madison, "Thank you for being such a good friend, the best there is." "Chrystal what has happened you and your dad are so close it must be bad for you to not tell.