I knelt down between her legs on my knees and then leapt on top of her. Her naked boobs squashed against my chest and my hand quickly covered her mout...h as her eyes shot wide open and she started grunting loudly and squirming around. "Shhhh. I'm not going to hurt you," I reassured her. "You remember our deal, right?" She nodded so I removed my hand from her mouth and sat up. "Jake, I'm not sure that I should be doing this?" "Please Sharon, I just really, really want to fuck you," I replied. "But. The first thing he saw was a slim, redheaded young woman with dangling earrings. She was about the same size as him and her full lips, and pert up-turned nose, along with her startled looking eyes, bore a strong family resemblance ? hell, she looked a little like his own mother, only younger!Frankie's eyes took in the gently sloping shoulders, and moved down to the medium sized breasts that were emphasised by a slim waist and an average, but very feminine, pelvis.Despite his situation he felt. ..trained, this in his case came very late, after the age of 3.He did not like wearing pants and often rebelled against it. In theprivacy of the nursery, one of the nurses, May O'Brien, took pity on himand often let him dress up in dresses. She would also play with him,pretending he was a girl. During these "play" times, she would call himthe Golden Princess of Pompadiddle and they would make up fairy tales inwhich he would take a leading role. The memories of those play sessionswere. This was new. I never got headaches from my searches. My conclusion was, that if I couldn't find him, he was dead. I said as much to Mr. Smith."I was afraid of that, but I wasn't sure," he muttered to himself."He a terrorist, or criminal?" I asked curiously."I'm afraid that what he is, or was, is classified. Thanks for trying though, I appreciate it," Smith said, while putting his photo away.He got up and left the room leaving me to my own devices. I made my way to the office I had been.