My grandmother was at my aunts home,for therapy and doctors appointments, I had her house all to myself. I was there painting,retiling and other stuf... when he dropped by.I wore tight cotton shorts and T and let him in.I took a break, got us 2 beers and started a chat.I asked him who he was dating, nobody.2 more beers."So, what do you do for sex"? I smiled.He told me that every now and again he jacks his cock but that's it, he hadn't done that in a month.We drained our beers and I got 2. The smallest, Seamus wasn't sure if the child was a boy or girl, looked more than a bit green a few minutes after wolfing the bread. He was somewhat surprised when Rocky, who had come into the room very quietly, butted the child with her head. The child looked down at the dog and for the first time since they had arrived Seamus saw a ghost of a smile on the face of one of the children. The distraction or attention from Rocky seemed to settle the child enough to prevent an attack of. " Mmm ... that is also true. It is a bit embarrassing, Karl. What I tell you now is highly classified, until we can investigate further. The child appears to have been ... snatched ... from us." Snatched? Did you not have the child in secure custody?" We did. It was even kept outside of the United States, so that political interference would be minimized. We have an Intelligence Squadron detachment at a certain RAF base in England, and the child's mother was appointed as a serving officer. They carried me out, it was way colder than in the van, which intensified my trembling. I could hear the noise of the cemetery trees blowing in the wind as, a couple minutes later, they put me on the cold ground. So I heard them talking and doing something away from me, while I tried to fumble, looking for a way to open the bag, but it was useless. In no time they were back and one guy opened the bag. I gust of wind hit me and I almost curled myself trying to keep my warmth, but the bulky one.