I really think it will be fun, and I hope I’m starting to be a little more than your girlfriend John.”He replied, “You are Linda ... you know yo...u are.” We talked a while longer. I would meet him at the bus Friday night ten days away and if the game was on, we would play. We said good night to each other. I hated to hang up the phone.The gameJohn got off the bus carrying a little swim bag. We kissed, my tongue briefly probing his. He asked, “Is there a game? If we play, here is my uniform,” as. He was beyond speech! His mouth was open in an open scream. He couldnt remember a girl giving him quite this much pleasure. Was it Tammys nubile tightness or was it the extra stimulation of feasting on young, forbidden flesh? When hed finished he recaptured her mouth for a long, very expressive kiss. After a long while Tammy crooned her appreciation for her new lovers efforts. Thank you Tommy, for making me a woman. Was I all right? Tom took in a deep breath. His head was still swimming from. I checked thechildren’s bedrooms, all the bed’s were empty, I wentto Sian and Tim’s bedroom, again no one there, thelight from the hall showed that the dressing table wascovered in make-up, there were skimpy dresses hangingup on the back of the wardrobe door as if Sian wasdeciding what to wear, I made my way to the livingroom, I was about to ring Tim and tell him the housewas empty when a set of car headlights lit up the darkroom. I watched Sian stagger from the passenger side. What the hell? Where was my boat? I looked over the small marina and couldn't see it anywhere. I stormed toward the office, intending to find out what had happened."It was gone Tuesday morning when I got here," Manager Tony Burdock told me. "As far as I knew, you took it out. I didn't see anyone else around it." Well it sure as hell wasn't me. The boat's been stolen. You have security cameras covering the floats. The RCMP is going to want to see the recordings. That boat is worth a fortune to.