I used to walk to school alone each day, and back home again in the afternoon. It was the seventies. Sexual predators weren’t something that was con...sidered back then, although if there were any around, they probably would’ve had a field day with me! Sometimes, on a nice day, on the way home I would dart off into some bushes in a local park. I would undress, pop a little pencil or a slim marker pen into my hole and hump the ground or my schoolbag for a while. I would see other boys and girls. There were the people he had come for. The boy and the woman. ‘Barry!’ The boy continued swinging. He looked over his shoulder at his mother and smiled. ‘I’m counting to three, young man,’ she said. ‘One, two…’ The boy jumped off the swing. At that instant, the wind changed. A breeze wafted up, carrying the scent of the boy and the woman to the zombie. Suddenly, he realized how hungry, how unutterably hungry, he was. The images of his past life were swept from his mind. Overcome with. "Sure, kiddo, just as soon as you're in your skin."With a slight feeling of irritation, Maryon reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Pulling the wisp of a thing from her breasts, she felt the black lace catch at her hardening nipples.Karen whistled. "You're built, kiddo," she commented, her eyes sweeping over the green-tinted mounds of breasts and dropping to the subtler curves of the hard, firm belly beneath."I guess I'll do," said Maryon, blushing despite herself at this unabashed. The FBI had shown their cards; no way they let me manhandle an agent. They wanted something.I felt the SUV's at my back as I ran home. It was a father/daughter day. My dad instituted the monthly event after Ahmo made the turn into the teen years.Catherine was sitting in the living room. Nobody had to tell me something had gone horribly wrong; she stood up and hugged me tightly."We have some bad news," Agent Diana said. The room flooded with FBI agents, three at each exit and one at each.