I was too weak to undress, so just fell intobed fully clothed. Despite my splitting headache, I must have passedout, as the next thing I knew I was be...ng shaken awake by my sister, andDr Benson stood at the foot of my bed. Dr Benson was the local g.p.(general practitioner) a kindly old fellow. He was also one of the fewlocal people who spoke out openly against the anti-MORFS attitude of thevillage. He had been pressured to reveal patients who had undergoneMORFS, and to not offer treatment to. For the last two years! It seems he might be hiding something,’ she said. ‘Yeah. All the vets we’ve interviewed have included their last commanding officers for sure. I wonder what this Marx will have to say.’ ‘I reached his office. He’s an attorney in D.C., in the Marine Reserves. He’s supposed to call back.’ On cue, the phone rang. ‘Hello? Merciful Saviour High School. This is Principal Martin. May I help you?’ Tom Marx spoke up. ‘Principal Martin? Tom Marx. Major Tom Marx when I am on. .” I stammer. “Come on, let’s go and pay for it all and then you can text Emmy and let her know what you bought,” the assistant says with a new sound of familiarity. “You know Emmy?” I ask.Giggling, she says, “Yes I do, and I know just how naughty she is.” I reach into my pocket to pull out my wallet and feel myself disturb my cock, which I take a moment to feel through my pocket. It is still tucked away in Emmy’s panties, comfortably wrapped up in that cum-filled condom. My heart picks up. Finding clean water, he anchored a little way off the beach, dropped the stern swim ladder and dove in.'Interesting, ' he thought. 'That's a hull down there.'Hold on a second.' Yes. 'It was moving slightly.'Rocking back and forth with the slight beach wave action ... wash and return.'How long has it been down?' he wondered.The bottom had the normal growth that all wood hulls had, but the sides that he could see were clean. There was a very slight trickle of bubbles coming up as the hull.