I said, "Go to Jen. It will be okay."He went in and the horse came into the yard and up to the house. A large man jumped off and stopped when he saw m....He said, "I was coming for Jen but you'll be better for our future relations."I chuckled, "First, Jen is not for the likes of you nor am I. Second, we don't do that kind of friendly relations. Third, I don't like bullies or braggarts. You seem to be both."He looked at me and noticed that I was not armed and he had a pistol at his hip. What I. .. but looked as new as yesterday.Very few aircraft that were from that war ... even those that never saw combat ... survived. The smelters were fed airplanes that rolled off the assembly lines and were flown directly to the scrappers.The people were looking to forget and having a stack of warplanes sitting out on runways and in hangars was too much of a reminder that cousin Jack was still missing and might never be found. Scrap went from a precious and costly commodity to nothing but junk and. I must have air! I was drowning! Then I was back in the sunlight again. Heaving and puking. Not caring about anything else but getting air into my lungs. I tried to beg... to beseech... for mercy. But all that happened was a gurgling eruption of water. Then I was lowered yet again. The terrifying ordeal was renewed. I do not know exactly how many times I was lowered and raised. Perhaps ten or a dozen times. It seemed to go on for an eternity. Did they intend to go on until they did actually. Nice, I heard him whisper looking at me. Then Thad pulled his robe off, and the first thing I noticed was that his dick was sticking straight up in the air. The tip was a bri purple, and it throbbed as he stood there long and skinny. Seeing all these things together made me even harder, and as I sat there next to Jessica in the spa, I could tell that she was surreptitiously scoping me out. Her eyes were squinting trying see me through the rippling water. I could tell that there was interest..