There were a bunch of kids out playing in the field, with their parents huddled in tight circles discussing the latest episode of Friends. I walked sl...wly, mainly because of my nerves.When I found the right street I turned down it and came up to a mailbox with the number on it. The driveway led down into a wooded area. I got even more nervous as I walked down in, knowing that it was my last chance to turn back. After a short walk I came to a small house that looked pretty old. There was pickup. Or be flipped over onto my back so that she could sit on my lovely,permanently smiling face.Or, if a girl was in a hurry, she might simply rub my nipples and strokemy pussy until she could feel my entrapped cock beneath it, surging withfrustrated desire. Then she would simply smile at me, nibble on myearlobes, or perhaps breathe hotly on my lips and throat, and get up andwalk away, leaving me more desperately needful, more aware of mydisguised masculinity than ever.And in some ways, that was. “Don’t let that pussy get lonely.” His groans got louder as she spread herself open and started to finger herself, watching him watching her. “Tell me what it tastes like.” She slid a finger deep inside herself, then back out and held it up so they could both see it glisten in the guttering candle light. She sucked all of it into her mouth and closed her eyes, reveling in the soapy, tangy, smooth flavor that was her and her bath oils and the shaving cream. “Oh fuck yeah, you’re such a hot. I do hope we do not live to regret it.The need to move and shift becomes stronger. Like a ghost I drift away from Holliday and his hiding place. I move at a slow pace, circling wide to the left of the kill zone.As with all my strong senses of intuition I have no idea what I am looking for but I know that I need to be on the move. Maybe the Scanners are not all nocturnal, maybe one of those damn kids is going to try and be a hero. or maybe Rich is going to take out some vengeance.I turn and sure.