Chris looked at him and nodded in agreement. He didn't know how he wasgoing to explain Roger when they got out."Have you got that compass?" asked Paul...."Yeah, I think we entered due north, so we need to head south," saidChris."So south is?" asked Paul"That way," pointed Chris.They headed off in that direction, but it appeared they had ventured realdeep. They had travelled a good few hundred yards and still, the treesahead were dense."You sure we're not lost?" said Paul."I'm sure we're going the. Just in case you're wondering; they're not related to you, but I would like you show them the love, care, and attention I know that is deep inside you.With Love,J."Wow," he said outloud, a moment after pulling up the file and reading it."Who are they?" Julie asked him, grabbing his hand underneath the table."Looks like they're Dr. Carson's ... children," he said."So they're your brother and sister?" Actually, no," he told her. "Dr. Carson was pretty specific – we're not related."Michael just. I must have been moaning or crying out the whole time."So did you get what you wanted?" I ask instead. I can feel him dribbling out of me, his cum slipping from my well-fucked cunt and running down my legs."Some of it," he smiles, "let's have a drink and then I can take some more..."I laugh, "You haven't got it in you..."He did.I stand in front of the mirror in his bedroom, vodka cranberry in one hand, and admire my reflection in the mirror: my ample bust lifted by my lacy black bra, the rip in. There was a function long and sorely missed!Both sides of the coin would gladly settle for knowing why this had happened, even if we never learned how. Both sides also wondered what the hell we were going to be doing with our life and wondered just how useless the skill set we brought with us from that other life would prove to be.Harold Lee Scoville was born on November 11, 1918. Armistice Day. I was the son of privilege, growing up in New Jersey to Harold and Virginia Scoville. My father was.