Silence for a time, and then the roar of engines enhanced my horror. Movement as I felt the plane moving down the small runway of the private airport....As a child I had watched joyfully as the planes landed and departed, wanting to be on board those exciting looking craft.I did not want to be on this one, I did not want to be in the body of a 16 year old girl, I wanted to go back home, maybe go up the pub, laugh with my friends about the day, discuss the football, anything but this. In my. This could be a recipe for disaster. I wasn't sure if she felt the same way but I knew she liked me. We would go out to lunch together once or twice a week and I accepted the fact that a close friendship was all this was going to be. That was OK with me though, besides, I still had my fantasies. One day, she came over to my desk and said, "Hey, Kev, I heard you are making a trip to the Miami office. Is that right?" "I am, I need to upgrade some equipment." I just sat there looking up at her. "I know. But sucking a nipple isn't sex, you know. It'd make you feel good."In actual fact, Phillippa's almost inappropriate act of compassion already cheered Marianne up. Maybe in a woman less sexually promiscuous and less indiscriminate she might have accepted the offer. Perhaps a woman's nipple would bestow again the comfort that her own mother's had provided when she was a suckling babe in arms. But she didn't want to give Phillippa ideas as to her affection toward her that she might regret. You'll see when the sun comes up." I caught myself when I realized what I'd said. She looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary. Plainly, she had not missed the implication that she would be here in the morning. I was losing all the arguments I'd prepared, before we'd even begun to talk."On the inside, it's really like a house." I mumbled on, trying to salvage what last shred of maturity I had remaining. "There's a big workshop right behind this room, and a great kitchen, bedrooms,.