”“Wow!” Erika voiced. “Living dangerously there, girl!”“Yes. He looked me up and down, checking out my breasts and right down to my pussy ...air, and remarked, ‘Lovely body. Thanks for the view.’ And then he walked away!I didn’t know whether to be annoyed that he walked away, or pleased that he liked the look of my skinny frame. I decided to go with the compliment he had uttered, quite unselfconsciously. I found myself thinking, “He actually meant it: he thinks I am lovely!”Erika remarked, “You. "But the dunes are never covered."As we progressed towards the pier end Cynthia asked what the device each of us wore on the sleeve of our tunics signified."I know from your uniform you're in the air force, but what's that wheelie thing you all have on your arm?"She was referring to the Apprentice Wheel; a brass four bladed propeller within a 1½" diameter brass circlet, worn on the left sleeve of our tunic."We're trainee helicopter pilots," Greg said, with such smoothness and certainty the two. But I didn't care, I was hypnotized by his eyes, his face. He took me by complete, utter surprise when he kissed me tenderly on the lips. I gazed down as he took my right hand in his and led me onto the dance floor as the music slowed and the song from Dirty Dancing called, 'I Had The Time Of My Life', came booming through the speakers.He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we stared deeply into each other's eyes. My heart skipped a beat as his lips. It didn't take long for me to shoot a huge load all over my chest. I knew I would have to talk to her about this, but what would I say? The next day I avoided calling her. My boss and I toured a couple of factories and by that afternoon we had wrapped up a new deal with our prospect. That night my boss flew home and I was going to fly back the next day. It was nighttime and I still hadn't called my sister. I drove around my old college town for awhile remembering all the local hangouts. I.