“Greg, it’s like the woman disappeared into the house – like the house ate her or something. I’ve gone over there every day this week, and nob...dy answers the door.” She lowered her voice dramatically. “Maybe she can’t answer the door, huh? Anyway, don’t the police say if you see something, say something?”It was too early in the morning, and his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet, so Greg gave up trying to explain why Maddie had it backwards. Instead, he got up and gave his wife a thorough. Now that he had his grandfather on the phone, he didn't know what to say. The great impassioned discussion that he had played through his head suddenly seemed trite."I'm doing well. My arthritis has been acting up," the Reverend Leroy Jones answered trying to keep a light tone to the conversation."I'm sorry to hear about your arthritis," William said. There was enough sadness in his answer to let the Reverend know that William had other things on his mind than arthritis.There was a long pause. You are always looking for a new angle on things. Thats right. You can't talk. I can fix that." Suddenly his speech returned. "Why are you doing this to me?" Bills voice sounded tired and weak. "You said you like your girls hungry. Do you like being hungry? No. Well you need to become more empathic sweeti." "You won't get away with this." "Oh but I am getting away with this. Listen to this trick." He thought he had heard Angels voice changing. It. It seemed like forever. I just kept thinking about it and thinking about it. I somehow worked up the courage and went through with it. At long last, I ran my had over him. He was firm and in good shape. I found his bush and ran my hand over his dick. It was wondrous. He was fully erect (which meant he was laying over there horny as hell too). I had never felt another guy's dick or known what they had under the hood, to use a metaphor. It was very hard and thin (compared to mine any way) but it.