”I had to put the letter down to avoid smearing it with my tears.“Hey, Ryan!”I looked up from my book, and peered through the pilot’s window. ...he airstrip’s owner, a wizened brown man in his late three hundreds waved at me from the shack that served as the airport’s terminal. “What is it?”“You have a call on the sat phone.”I set my book down on the glare shield and stepped out of the Turbo Porter that I’d been flying for the last six months. I walked to the shack as my mind wandered.After. She had to be an Islander. It figured. Only an out-of-towner would pay $25 to park in the city for a couple of hours.She seemed to have a problem getting the key into the ignition. Did I dare let her drive as zonked out as she was? "Ma'am, maybe you'd better let me take the wheel. I haven't driven in a couple of years, and my license isn't exactly current, but... " She had leaned over and was kissing me sloppily on the mouth. That damn liquor breath again.Ten minutes later we were in the. "You can do her right after the game, or even during halftime." Of course now it was impossible to pay attention to the game, especially after Hope sat right down next to me, her bare thigh brushing up against my legs as we watched the game. I was wearing shorts too.Plus to add to all this Serena now decided to do something herself. "Shit, I think I be followin' your example, Hope," she said, pulling off her top and settling back in a bra, one of those little bras where the cup covers as little. She started to just slowly kind of dance around and leaned up against the wall arching her back, so her ass was sticking out and rubbing her nipples on the cold concrete wall, all the while looking at me. I told her to bring me her bra. She got a panicked look on her face for a moment but then smiled and walked over to her dress and picked up her bra and very boldly walked toward me and handed me her bra. She was less than a foot from the opening to the general mall area. She started to prance.