”“And will you do that if I do that to you?”“Yes.”Cynthia giggled, “I’d rather play with you than with the Nintendo!”“Do you want to...go to my room?”“Yes!” she exclaimed.We ran up the stairs, went into my room, I shut the door, and stripped off my clothes, getting into bed with an already naked Cynthia. We started kissing, and after a couple of minutes, I moved so I could kiss her breasts, then moved between her legs, and began kissing and licking her pussy, and sucking gently on her clit. She. “I think I should be going, I….er….we’ll discuss this a little later when we’ve had time to think it over properly,” he stammered.She picked herself up from the bed and grabbed his hand at the door, just as he was leaving. She rose to her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his again. Her slick tongue played out against his as they made out in her doorway, both feeding one another’s attraction with unhidden lust.“We have to stop,” he whispered.“I don’t want to though, I’m enjoying myself too. ”“I’ll give you a call later tonight to see how things went.”“I love it when you call me in the evening.”“I’ll get out of your hair,” he said. “Enjoy your Sunday.”Adam placed the call and it rang through. He heard Kara’s soft alto voice. “Hullo...”“Kara -- it’s Adam.”“Oh, hi. I have some news.”“I tried calling Sunday and Monday but it kept going to voice mail.”“Sunday I was out late. It has to do with my news. Monday I had the phone forwarded to Mom’s so she could field my calls. I guess she. Over the twenty years, the backed up water had drained away, washing all of the clay, sand and soil away, leaving just the larger stones and criss-crossed trees. Nothing to be seen I was interested in. If a car was in there, it had to have stopped further up the hill.I came to the conclusion that if Big Tony was buried somewhere on the hillside, his remains were forever lost. I crawled back up to the newer section of the road, climbed into my van and went home. There had to be some way to.