I have started to let my thoughts drift to seeing Him in real life. Feeling the sting of His hand on my face, my ass. Feeling His fingers claim me, hi... physical power overshadowing any sense of control I have and feeling Him truly claim me, mark me, make me his property. I have visions of standing in an airport, anxious to greet Him and breathing in my vulnerability as I feel His eyes on me, but I am helpless to find Him. I will see Him when He wants me to see Him. I imagine spending hours. Hands sliding, searching, exploring as we held each other tightly. Chests, bellies, thighs pressed together yet moving, feeling the fabric of our clothing as encumbrances, barriers to our mutual need to touch, to feel skin against skin. Kitty wasn’t holding back (but then she had told me she wouldn’t)…she had merely been waiting for me to make the first move). I could taste the hunger in her mouth as she took my hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing lightly to show me how. As it. My Uncle turned back towards me. “I am afraid my dear, that while Ahkbar and I are quite familiar with the subcontinent and Asia, and I am fairly familiar with the United States, neither of us has traveled at all in Europe. Are you at all familiar with the continent?”“Well, on such a relative basis, I would have to say more so than you, sir. I have traveled there, at least to a certain extent with my parents, and in truth an English education does tend to concentrate more in that direction, but. . something tickled the back of mind of the boy who was named after no known relative, male or otherwise.Suddenly, Dobie thought of something that made his head turn away, and back again. Dobie looked at his father, and turned his head away again."Dad, you were in the war, weren't you?" The Big One, Double-U-Double-U Two! I was a sergeant fighting Adolph and his nutzie Panzers! Why-" You fought in the Pacific!!" he turned his head back. "You were never any where near Europe in your whole life!".