”“Perhaps I will be here,” he says. “For a time I will stay nearby. If you come back I may be near and find you.”“‘If I come back?’”...I repeat his speech. “Do you think I may not come back?”“I do not know,” he says. “You go now to the home of the boats. I think that the water is deep here because the humans, those of the boats, make it deep. Not all come back from such a place. You should know this before you go there.”Even so, I tell him, I must go, as he knows.“Then go well, Minacou,” he says. “Well, it’s more like locked in.”“Can’t you call someone to let you out?”“I’m locked into a room that I’m probably not supposed to be in.”“Probably?”“Definitely.”“Dag, what do you do for a living?” Andi was trying to make light of the situation while hiding her disappointment.“I guess there’s nothing for it but to tell you. I’m a spy.”“And the government has sent you undercover in a credit card company because they are suspected of manufacturing weapons of mass destruction.” She was taking it. ”“I’d like some more wine.” With that, she turned overand held out her hand. God, she was beautiful. No fancypower clothes, no high priced make up, nothing otherthan what she was.Her breasts were capped with dark brown areolae, theirnipples barely visible. As I looked down her body, Icould see a very faint sheen of sweat captured in thelight of the large candle at the head of the bed.Leaning up on her elbow, Marty took a sip, then asecond.“Come here,” she. For what seemed like a long time there was much of the same. Each morning and night we would capture her dressing and undressing or sometimes not even that. I cut out all the good stuff and edited it together and deleted the rest.Then, almost a full two weeks later, we finally captured what we had been waiting for.The next day, after school, we sat eagerly in front of his computer. My heart raced as she dug through her bottom drawer and then finally pulled out the massive plastic cock. Then she.