It feels like we’re doing a hundred.”I pointed to the GPS and Rosalie looked crestfallen. “Only 48? It seems much faster.”“I’ll explain ...hy later. See that point of land? That’s where we’re going—Crane’s Neck. I’ve caught some real monsters there--even a couple that made the cover of Long Island Fisherman.”“I had no idea I was in the company of a real celebrity—a celebrity with a nice thick cock. I’ve seen a few, but that was the thickest I’ve ever seen. Is it true that thickness is more. I shook my head no a little and he smiled and kissed me again. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Susan.”I rode the rest of the way home looking forward to whatever Troy and Julie had planned, but also concerned about what I’d find there. I’d been gone over 24 hours by now. Chad would never call the police, so the best case scenario was that all my stuff that he didn’t want would be on the lawn. The worst would be if he’d been sitting up drinking and watching the door for me, getting more. When he’d first heard his mother come out of her room, he figured she might be heading downstairs to get something to eat. But then she’d gone down the stairs in a rush, which was very strange indeed.With his curiosity now piqued, he went to his door and quietly opened it. He listened closely, and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door. He could make out the tone of his mother’s voice, but the other was a low, masculine rumble, which sounded vaguely familiar, but. A tree, slightly off the path, seemed to be the epicenter.Walking along the grass towards it, I couldn't help but wonder. Could trees actually be able to communicate? Or was this some sort of psychological warfare by people who could send signals into the wood? The buzzing seemed to grow in strength as I approached a crook in the trunk, and much to my surprise, I found an old flip phone getting a call. Fear and excitement coursed through me as I tugged it out of the crevice. This could either.