I've got nothing else." I nearly shout down the phone. "Daniel come back to the hotel and we'll talk about it." She says sounding worried. "No! No! I'...e got nothing. I cant go home. I'm lost!". "Daniel please come back it'll be ok I promise just come back to me!" She says frantically. She's about to say something else but I hang up and keep walking. I don't know how long I've been walking for but it's dark and fucking cold. It doesn't bother me much. Nothing does right now. There's only one. I kept asking myself whether it really was a site where actual mothers – people like me – went to chat to genuine teenage sons to see what fantasies they shared. Or experiences.It should have filled me with dread, that latter prospect, but for some reason it didn't. It didn't excite or arouse me, but it didn't leave me cold either. What it did do was make me wonder which version of those potentials was closer to the truth – or if both were there to some degree – and just what the hell was Jason. I linger slowly on her ass as she turns to take her seat two rows in front. Her outfit is topped off with a white low cut top, innocent with flowers on it. Her slightly tanned skin, swan-like neck, and brunette hair amplifies my lust for her, my sexual urge pulsing. I feel my cock squeeze tighter into my pants as I eye the back of her neck. I allow my mind to wander as I think of kissing her neck, running my hands over her shoulders, revealing her naked breasts and nipples, slipping my lips and. "He said it happened a long time ago, maybe a thousand years ago, maybe more. I don't think that was an exaggeration in the way of most story tellers."To tell the truth, to tell someone who I was, who I really was; I confess I was sorely tempted. But all my years had taught me caution, and it was my turn to hesitate. "This is hard," I said at last. "But let me try." I tried to order my whirling thoughts. A cup of wine helped."I was born 22 years before The Wave," I began slowly. "That was 22.