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 h...ad 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. With the final formalities, and paperwork taken care of, they put us all in a van to take us to the airport. I was on my way home . . . **********All of the way home, my mom would not let me out of arm's reach. She kept holding me, and comforting me. When she wasn't crying, she told me details of my life in the hopes that it would trigger some spark of memory. None did.Nevertheless, by just listening to my mom, I learned a lot about myself. She told me my likes, my dislikes, my friends, my. Then he moved into the background to fetch something. Sara looked desperately at him, not knowing what he would bring back but knowing it would certainly be something to make her current predicament even worse. When she saw what he had in his hand she renewed her struggles, knowing exactly what he intended to do with what he had brought. In Michael’s hand was a long, thin cane. He had taken it from one of the lecture rooms, one of the lecture rooms that just a few days earlier Sara had been sat. . i just wanted to touch your boobs" i said like a little 10 year old"we cant do it here lets go to my room" she smiled we fucking ran to her room and i shut the door (i dont know why) and we started kissing i broke the kiss"haley you know what gets me really horny" what" i love panties" i sayed devilishly"you do do you spread out on the bed" she demanded so i did spread eagle on the bed "take off your clothes first" i silently and quickly got up and did as i was told kind of embarassed that i.