"We can't let him suspect who we are," explained Sharon. "We've got to maintain the cover."Danny reached up and pulled Sharon's face back towards his,... covering her mouth with a hungry kiss. After all, he might as well make the most of his opportunity, who was he to argue with a request like that.Sharon moaned slightly into his mouth as she felt Danny's hand slip up under the hem of her t-shirt and slide up over her flat stomach, his fumbling hand bumping against the underside of her bra-clad. The school didn’t have a baseball team and my parents paid for Terri to get gymnastics lessons in town.Coach Budd had drawn the short straw for running the school cross-country team. An older man, nearing the end of his career, he nevertheless put in a good shift and had earned my respect.With the race on Sunday, Tuesday evening was for practice and selection. Cross-country teams consisted of six runners, with only the top four counting towards the team score. Coach Budd usually took seven. “The guy is addicted to his cock, Harry,” Dick’s eyes were red from the beer we stole from my parents and drank last night as he looked at me and winked. I turned even redder, if that was possible.The year was 1969, I was 13 and lived on an island in the middle of the Indian ocean 3 degrees below the equator. Mahe was the main island of a group of more than 100 peaks of a granite mountain chain sticking up out of the expansive ocean.“Damn Ralph, let’s go,” I yelled out of desperation and. I woke up on Friday and thought this is going to be a hell of a weekend. I played around with my cameras and had finally figured out how to use the self timer on the 35mm and how to use all the options on my movie camera. They were both relatively new as I bought them in Phoenix, just before moving back to California. Although, I was not going to work on Friday, I had a couple of calls that changed my whole plan for next week. A couple of additional accounts wanted to see me and my meeting in.