“The first is to reduce the likelihood that you three will try to depose me violently...”“But...”“Hold on, Sis. I never said you would, I sa...d it was to reduce the likelihood and before you kick off I don’t expect that thought to occur for many years, if it ever does. More importantly it will put together the beginnings of a small fighting force just in case they are needed.”The two siblings paused for breath and were joined by the Dukes of Saint Patrick and Saint Andrew. Steven grinned before. "No, no, no, I don't want to be in here! Let me out!" she pleaded with the crowd, but she knew that no one could hear her. Suzy knew that no one could hear her because for many years she had stood in that crowd and watched the chosen one pound on these transparent walls and beg and plead to be released from their captivity. You could see the terror on their faces. You could see the tears flow down from their eyes. You could see the hopelessness begin to overwhelm them. Sometimes you could. Damn, he was cute as hell. And he had just turned nineteen a month before. Mark was a tall and slender teen boy – around a 28” waist with brown hair, and brown eye. I was working sixty-plus hours per week. The last thing I had time for was traditional dating. I wasn't interested in sex, period, and my sexual fetish was giving head to young straight guys who were between eighteen and twenty-three and had large cocks cut or uncut.Mark was straight, but he had no issues with getting head from a. I knew the field, the owner, and the staff there very well. I liked them and they liked me.I did a flyby across the airfield, looking down into the parking lot. It was three minutes until 1:00 and ... THERE! It was a small car pulling in. I held the Cessna in a steep bank to the right, letting Mercedes look down things over.“Is that Stephanie in that baby-shit green thing?” I asked.“It’s not baby shi—yeah, that’s her,” Mercedes told me.I straightened up, flew my downwind leg and then dropped.