Mia rushed into her grandpa's arms and hugged him around his waist. "No," she sobbed in agony.Martin stiffened and wiped the tears from his eyes, "I d...n't know if she is alive or dead," he finally managed.Claudia looked up at him curiously. "The only thing I know without a doubt is that God blessed us tremendously when we got to see her again," Martin choked out, "And if she ever returns, we will be lucky. It's up to Jordan to bring her back." Claudia could tell that Martin was convinced they. Gotta run now," Sherri exclaimed and blew Tom an air kiss.I followed her lead and did the same as Sherri honked the horn and spedoff. The dumbfounded look on Tom's face was priceless. I giggled andrelaxed. The first mental hurdle was behind me. Someone else hadactually glimpsed me, Barbie, and hadn't run away in terror or insultedme.I took another drag on my cigarette and felt the tension disappear frommy body.I relaxed and daydreamed in wonder. I was out. In public. With mywife. Two. Between was the well-traveled path, a knot of telephone wires, padded envelopes, and monotonous pavement, where hopes were always highest in both directions. Beyond was the infinite sphere of cracked glass, where we cast our intertwined filaments, together.I stepped out of our car and stretched. The heavy yet fresh weight of the sea air filled my lungs, and the pounding surf filled my ears.Montauk. At last.Beth and Hans spilled out from their front door and greeted us. My uncle hefted some of. I was hiking some trails in Moreau Lake State Park on a hot, humid, summer day. The sun was shining, but I was able to get some shade from the trees as I walked. I didn't see anyone else on the trails, and my mind wandered to where it always does...sex.I thought to myself - "I'd love to run into some hot, horny girl willing to suck my dick." No playful romantic banter, just wild, rampant sex.As I rounded a bend, I did run into someone. Unfortunately, it wasn't a girl, but a teen boy of about 18.