After we boarded the plane, we were told that the weather was bad in Dallas so we'd have to wait awhile before we could depart. It was hot on the plan.... I was already uncomfortable from not being able to satisfy my burning need for an orgasm. I was really horny.We left for Dallas about 30 minutes later than our scheduled departure. It was a short flight but somehow, people still managed to sleep on the plane. I'm not one of those people but the two gentlemen I was sitting between did. It seemed. Our gold supply was just not showing any signs of running out, and we could pay whatever the crooks demanded to keep our battle going.It was nothing new, except that it was new to us, but we managed to tap into what looked like an unlimited supply of RPG rounds which used the fuel-air (FAE) warhead. They were the individual soldier's version of bunker-buster bombs. At last, it looked like we had a weapon that could be used against the ONI headquarters buildings in the major cities. This would. Silk flowers that looked tropical added to my paradise, and even a stuffed parrot, which no Buffet fan should ever be without. The tarp was found in camping supplies, and I bought a Hawaiian looking bra and panties set and a pair of tropical look boxers for Him, all on clearance. They had a card too, that was an invitation to a valentines paradise, how apropos! And I bought chocolate letters that said I love U. I couldn’t believe it! I got out of wal-mart for less than 40.00! Sand I found at. Tired hands weren’t interested in Rose’s deity and powers but rather just to get to see her fucking after spending years watching her naked body work close by while not being able to lay a hand on her. We were going to bring life to the horny crew with dreams come true and my penis poking their work mate within reach.Rose and I did our thing, cunnilingus and the works. Rose explained how I ejaculated sometimes with the force of a bomb going off and that impressed them so they passed more beers.