“Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?” Shit! “ Erm erm I ...don’t know what you mean” “I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg tapped mine the material of her boots hitting me, one hand slowly, teased one of the gloves she had pulled out, finger by finger stretching the shiny leather until it encased her whole hand. “I heard you tell them you wanted to fuck me, how. I was having a hard time tickling Oma and moving my hand up and down Opa. I ran my hand over the top of Opa and it was wet. He started whispering that I was doing good. He whispered, “A little faster” I was going as fast as I could without disturbing Oma. He whispered, “Squeeze tighter”. I did and he started saying “Oh, Oh…” I could feel it contact, it felt like a hose, I could feel it pumping. Next thing I know, hot creamy stuff is running down over my hand. He grabbed my arm so I. A dark haired man with a clearly pock-marked face and dark glasses was driving; in the back seat was Cole, screaming and crying. I screamed back. "COOOLE!!!" The car accelerated down the street as my rage boiled over at the thought of someone hurting him.I sprinted toward my car, about 75 feet away from the street. As I ran, I called out to everybody, their eyes now glued on me as I passed. "Call 911!! My kid's been grabbed!" a look of horror showed on their faces as hands covered mouths in. Emma picked him up gingerly and brought him to her bosom. She wrapped her arms tightly around him.He looked to Brent; perhaps for permission. Brent was smiling, so that was good enough. Turning back to Emma, he licked her chin.“Who’s a good boy? Bruiser, Bruiser’s a good boy!” Emma said in her best baby-talk voice. “Does Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser’s he can get me?” she said. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah,.