It was the only thing I could think of to quell the immediate curiosity they might have. I did not necessarily want to shut them out, but it made no s...nse to get everyone worked up over a bad situation. Especially since Hirito had done something so stupid. He was always sort of a prick, and was definitely of the mindset that his shit didnt stink. I really dont know how I handled being his roommate for five years at Stanford. Maybe, at the time, I was just as much of a prick as he was. The. I mean taxiing this plane back here. You better park this thing ... I don’t want to break your toy.”“Juli Jones?”“What?”“I could fuck you right on the wing of this plane when we get out. Right in front of everyone here.”“GODDDD, I just got a cum when you told me that, Bill. One day I want to fuck on the wing of your plane.”“I already love my Wild Child. I’m going to remember all the things that make you get a cum like that and run you through them.”“I want to get a cum with your cock running. Much as I tried to make eye contact and ingratiate myself to these guys, there were simply no takers.Unperturbed and bemused, I continued my tour of the upstairs section. The first empty cubicle I entered was very small and as I peered through a glory hole the adjoining room was vacant. Exiting, I turned a left corner to pass the room I had looked into. Adjoining that room there was a third larger cubicle, followed by a fourth even larger booth with a sling. Both rooms were also. Back to the first time I recorded my roommate. As I mentioned I started to notice that she would always try to “schedule sex” when I was out of the house. I couldn’t help wondering what I was missing, maybe she was holding back when I was there? Could she be even more wild? I borrowed an audio recording device and planned to leave it in my room by the door but never got the guts to do it on the couple occasions where I thought something could go down. Then one Friday, something happened. My.