"The shower shack. The water is heated primarily by solar power." Marcy looked impressed."Putting green, petanque court, basketball court, volleyball ...courts," I showed them."What's 'petanque'?" Melissa wanted to know."It's sort of like English lawn bowling, or Italian bocce," I explained.On the other side of a three-rail fence stood a large barn in a large field. Four tall, furry critters stood impassively in the field."Horses," I said laconically."You have horses?" Melissa asked excitedly."You. In reality my dick was getting hard again in my pants, although I didn't think I could cum again so soon now. "I'll leave you to get on with your normal stuff now," she added, and disappeared off to get on with her nightly routine.I looked over at the clock on the wall of my bedroom. It was 10pm. I thought about what mom had said about the morning. I normally went to college much later than when she left for work. I'd have a bit of a lie in after our session. I wondered what she would wear for. After the doors close I shuffle out the last of the little kids and run to my place to get ready for tonight, I keep looking at the address and hoping someone doesn’t beat me to her. I have lots of naughty plans for Sam tonight. Heading back to her apartment after a shower and quick change of clothes, doubting that my Santa suit was gonna get me anywhere with my little helper. Bringing a nice bottle of white wine, just to show a little class. As I get closer to her door I can hear some music. Turning to "Hospital" she stared at the page. It was covered with names and numbers. So was the next one ... and the one after that. She couldn't call all of them! It would take days!She thought of a shortcut. Let somebody ELSE do all the calling.She picked up the phone and dialed 911."What do you mean I have to come to the precinct?" objected Lola. "My boyfriend is missing. Do your fucking job!" I can't take a missing persons report over the phone," said the operator. "That's not an emergency..