I wear it low down, with two shirt buttons open – a fat knot with just the tip poking out the bottom. I studied myself in the mirror. The tie brings...out the green of my eyes. I think I’ve mastered the art of making school uniform look good. Amazing, but true. I spray a light mist of perfume around myself and float over to the window to close it. Mr Williams is in his kitchen window watching me again. I really should remember that people can see me wondering around my room in my underwear…. I was a "hot shot" airline pilot, king of the world. I had just authored a novel as "Capt. W". The book told the story of a violent passenger whose actions lead to a disastrous crash and of the heroic efforts of the pilot to save the crippled aircraft. The cause of the crash is initially blamed on "Pilot Error" until a lone federal investigator puts her career on the line to get to the frightening bottom of the mystery. I thought it was a great story but it just didn't catch on with. .. Christ, what time is it? 9am!"He took a swig from his bottle. He was barely listening to her. His eyes were locked on her smooth, lightly tanned legs. What he could see of them, at least. The coat she wore stretched down to a couple inches above her knees and the only sight of her delicious skin stopped at the top of the tall, come-fuck-me boots she was wearing. Still, Jerry could imagine the rest of her legs as easily as he could imagine his own. The image in his head made him lick his. I gazed deep into her eyes, mesmerized. “Winner’s choice -- Touch or Kiss?” she inquired in a sultry voice. A quiver in my loins screamed “KISS!” Casey licked her lips, leaning in. “Ah... oh god... Touch,” I managed to mumble, chickening out at the last moment. A gut-punch of regret surged through me. Casey shrugged with a smile. She raised her hand. Soft fingertips, sensual as velvet, lightly caressed my lips. I closed my eyes and groaned, my lips nuzzling her roaming digits. .