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But on my second day of leisure in port, as I was walking through the market place I saw a familiar face. It was Beliga, one of the girls that I slept with the first night. Yeah, slept with!!! She saw me immediately and waved for me to join her on a bench in a public area right there. So, I feeling secure then, moved over and took her up into a furious hug. She returned it with her own. And we settled down to do some explaining. She told me that after I had disappeared that they had all gathered together to understand why I had left them. One of my favorite girls, actually her, had mentioned that I had learned of the disappearances of the previous men to visit the island and then Sheena, the leader did a face palm and said, “Of course! With no explanation of those men’s disappearances, he was in fear for his life! Oh my God, we should have told him enough to put that fear away.” Then she told me that I was being invited to come back and reside with them as long as I wanted. I told her that I would seriously consider that, but in the meantime, I invited her to move to Florida with me for a couple of years and then I would decide what I would be willing desi to do after that. She readily did that, and her baby was thus born as a U.S. citizen which could be useful to both of us in wife the future. And by some means, unknown to me, she was accounted as a citizen of the Bahamas with a passport to prove it, for our leaving to the U.S. We lived there for the two years, during which I wrote this account and had it stored for future consideration of the press after a determined time interval. If, I survive this as I am confident that I am that I will, I will sometime send out a message to the press that I am still alive and well. NOTE: In 2006, a letter was received by the editor of the Miami Herald with the following message. “I, Francis Alvarez am still alive and well on my secret island. This is a picture of my two now adult children and their mother, my wife Beliga. I am very happy here and very well as you can see. Evidently living among these people stalls out the aging process, because I appear now pretty much as I did when I first arrived, except for some remarkable sun burn scars from my escape attempt. Included are some pictures with current calendars to back up my assertions. And I did find out what happened to the earlier male visitors to the island. They just couldn’t settle down to a matriarchy society, so they were targeted mind washed and transferred to shore in good shape, none the aware of what had happened to them. Since, I am only the third of three men on the island, the other two being my sons born here of women bedroom other than my wife (the first in their memories) they have added me as a respected advisor to the Board of Ladies, all that I would want anyway with my teaching of the children my languages and gardening methods to keep me very busy. bed You will never find me, and that is what I want because of their covering alien technology. But, in every way, we live a rather simple and happy life here. By the way my progeny now number over a hundred, with the population staying at fifty five counting me and my two sons and the two hermaphrodites. I have never heard of an account of any of the women here dying. And most of the ones that I know well have stayed in my vicinity and often in my bed. But, others seem to cycle in and out of my personal space to somewhere else. Their transportation system has provided me Housewife often with needed supplies for my gardening, including fruit trees that will prosper in my little private climate. When I came back to the island, by their method, with me unconscious, I found my cabin remarkably improved with a much better roof of an unknown material and with two diffuse lighted windows. And they had kept up my gardens for me, too. With their nonviolent natures, that gives a person something to ponder, doesn’t it? I groaned, reveling in my new powers. Jackie fell into light sleep. Tell him how you feel. “I hope he has plenty of bed electrolytes.” Her thighs gleamed with her cream. It was a curious question. They would be owned by the oldest person living in the residence. She was being balled by her bedroom favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard voices of concern on the path below. I get hot just thinking about it. Her robes parted revealing her nude body beneath, she must have pleaded with her killer raising her hands Housewife in front of her face as to stop him from shooting her. Now everybody following along with him would know exactly who she is, and untold hundreds, or maybe even thousands of people would know exactly what the most private, intimate part of her body looks like. From Felicia's crotch desi emerged a massive rod with a similar texture to the worm from the hallway. Everything worked out for everyone. “But in your state of dress dear wife shouldn’t he be out of the room?” Bill and Trish both realized that their relationship would never be the same after that "special night" that they had just spent together. "My room?" face.