She smiled at me, emboldened by the alcohol. "It turned you on hearing how I cheated on you with Ricky, didn't it?" she asked me, her smile half inqui...itive and half challenging. The she leaned up against me, pressing her body against mine, and snaking a hand between our bodies to cup my crotch. "If he was here right now, would you want him to fuck me? Fuck your new fiancée?" God, I felt like I was going to burst! I dragged her out of the bar and into a taxi, and practically took her right. I didn’t look at him still, knowing what he saw, reddened bloodshot eyes and tears. Gently his thumb wiped my tears away; joined by his other thumb he cupped my face, tenderly forcing my eyes to lock with his.I didn’t see anger, or hate, or rage of any kind. I wasn’t even sure if I saw him, the way he usually looked. He wore a kind of look of recognition on his face which made him appear different than the man who was my teacher. Yet the same dark brown eyes and ruffled, if not more messier. Or, rather it would be if Dylan was here to finish it. She needed him. But there was no way in hell she was going crawling to him. About fifteen minutes ago she’d decided that this torture was intentional and there was no way she was going to let him win. A sudden thought popped into her head. Maybe she could do the same things he did. She slowly snaked one hand down to her sex. She experimented, swirling her fingertips over her hot flesh. After a few minutes, she decided that she could never. Flew a Wildcat and Corsair in WWII, and later in the Korean conflict, Banshees and Cougars. I’ve taught more than 260 people to fly and given rides to hundreds, so I guess I am a pilot, and you, what are you?She said, ‘I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about naked women. When I shower, I think about naked women. When I watch TV, I think about naked women. It seems everything makes me think of naked women.The two sat.