"You ever landed in the Azores?" the captain asked after I saluted. "Just got a message, some sort of trouble in Dakar; they want us to land and wait ...or developments. Frenchies are nervous I guess, all that Hitler business. Hate to have to just circle, and we need some water and supplies."I nodded, trying to recall the islands."Germans built a Zeppelin facility there ten years ago, ought to be acceptable. Go check. Don't waste time, and we'll let down and head in that direction." The captain. She then sat there rigid and thin lipped."Finish your glass of wine and then take another one," Ann said.Ann waited until Victoria drank down her glass of wine and then refilled it before she said, "Can I ask you a question?" Yes," Victoria answered."Why do you call your son, Davy?" I've always called him that," Victoria answered surprised by the question.Ann said, "He's sixteen years old and wants to be called by an adult name. To him, Davy sounds childish. People have been calling him David. She invited me in for the traditional 'cuppa' and to meet her boarder, 'a nice young man.' He met me in the hall as he was leaving his room and I'm afraid that the years away from my former profession proved me rusty. My face must have showed my surprise as he immediately pulled the gun he had tucked into the back of his pants and brought it to bear between my eyes. It was at this point my old training came to the fore; there's nothing like the sight of the black hole of imminent death to make. So i got up and walked back down this dark hallway and there was like 6 rooms on each side witch lead up stairs to more rooms so i walked on till i heard voices. At this point my blood was get hotter my nipples were getting hard with every step my pussy was getting so wet i could feel my self dripping down my legs. So i open a door and it was dark but no one in there i was like dam what the fuck so i walked in sat on this like big soft chair and i as i sat drinking my drink. So start to touch.