”“I paid cash ... no paper trail.” Then I took out my wallet and checked the cockpit engine hours. “Nine at Fifty.” I counted out four hundr...d fifty dollars and handed it to her.“Nine fucking hours?” she said. “God! I slept like a baby.”She was looking at the chart ... and grabbed my logbook.“Lamar, Arlington, Rocky Ford, La Junta, Las Animas? Walter Ranch!”“Grass strip ... same as KX...” I grinned.And that was the end of my lessons. From then on I drove ... she rode ... so to speak. She slept. “No, they won't,” she said and stared into my eyes so I could see that, in spite of the brightness of the day, her pupils were heavily dilated. “No one is looking”I did not want to stop. The feel was electric; she radiated heat, obvious even given the warm day. Once again she reached under the table and pushed my hand up her leg so until it made contact with her panties. Still not content, she lifted the elastic and said “Go on!”“Are you sure? We’ll be noticed” “No we won’t.”I slid my fingers. When I finished, Dad had me hand my PCD over to Robin's Dad and they talked for a little while.While my Dad was talking to Mr. Hamilton, I sat down to watch some TV. I saw an update about the fire alarm going off at Cooper High School. A prankster had set the alarm off and school officials were examining some security tapes to try to identify the person responsible for that.When Mr. Hamilton handed my PCD back, Dad told me that he had talked to Mr. Hamilton about my question on sleeping. However common sense was telling him to exercise discretion, and let events take their own course. Common sense was telling him that if she was his mother, she should initiate any action. He could hardly start calling her "mother" without some form of recognition on her partThe day of his discharge soon came along and Tony joined the crowded train at Portsmouth harbour station, with the aid of a the Red Cross volunteer lady, who carefully put his walking stick, his overcoat and attaché case on.