But this was a problem, and they knew it was trouble. They quickly helped her put her clothes back in order, and declared her clean, much to the disap...ointment of the men watching.“We are very sorry your mother had to be searched, Sir,” the senior officer had a face that said he was willing to do anything, to keep this a secret, as he apologized to Arun.“That is completely okay, Sir. I totally understand. And security is the top priority,” Arun said, leaving the officers bewildered. They were. She had much appreciated the fact that her deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his conversation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his "tingle" that signaled his success in scratching her itch.Now that she was available once again for carnal use. I remember my disbelief and a sudden urgency to clear my mind of the vivid visions that had been driving me for the past few hours. As I opened the door I leaned down glanced across the seat giving the good looking, nicely dressed older man a quick once over as I got in and closed the door. As I had first leaned down glancing in at him, for an instant before he realized I could see his eyes. I could swear he was checking me out, staring towards my crotch. My shorts were quite short riding high. " Davie interjected excitedly. "Oh excuse me, Trish, Daddy, this ismy friend, Trish Byers. She's stayed with you before. She's astewardess with Pan Am." He overlooked the innocent faux pas. "Yes, I recognize Miss Byersas one of our guests. Nice to see you again, Miss Byers." "Daddy don't call her Miss Byers. That makes her feel old. She wants to be called Trish." The blonde grinned with embarrassment, but she gave him a practicedprovocative look. "Can we give you a ride, Trish?" Peter Knight.