I drive back to the spot I last talked to her and sit for hours hoping to see her again. Hundreds of people walk past my truck, but not her. I finally...arrive at the cold reality, she won’t be calling me. I won’t get to see her beautiful face again. I drive back home with a broken heart. Every time my phone rings, my heart jumps with joy hoping it is her. Each time I am disappointed. The voice on the other side of the phone is never her. I get to the point I hate my phone and question my sanity.. .they know who is on the prowl. Interestingly enough, I have prepared myself in the same way. I made sure to wear my thinnest, silk-like, but casual pants...you know, something that is there but almost feels like its not.Now, as much as I am used to this attention and am not surprised by it, I am always flattered and aroused by the glances that come from the prospective women as I make my way from the lobby to the lounge and dance room of the club. Typical bald, dark brown skinned, clean shaven. Jeanie seemed to have forgotten any existence other than her uncle's as, finally naked, she moved toward the bed.If anyone had beep watching from behind, they would have seen the sensuous flare of the little girl's gently curving hips and lush round buttocks. She stood poised for a second, realizing that she would always remember this moment for as long as she lived. Then she raised her slender white arms over her head provocatively, pushing her blonde hair up and then releasing it so that it. Abby is just getting started. Oh, yes, Rachel; she’s ready for her flight exam, too.”Dave laughed, “Does the flying club have enough planes?”“We need to count seats and then see whether we want to make a mass migration to some place.”After the cake had been demolished and the group started to disperse, Alice turned to her husband, “So, Mr. Pilot-In-Command, want to take me for a ride around the pumpkin patch?”Doug said, “Fly the 152 back to Circle Airport after it’s gassed up. I’ll hitch a ride.