I don't know who's right...Febuary 3That's what I get for listening to Mark...The date was a disaster. I really feel bad too, because it's not like th...person Mark set me up with wasn't nice, but the poor sap had no idea whatto do when I kept acting all...well, like me.The weird thing is, even if I could keep going out with members of mycurrent sex, I'm not sure that it wouldn't work out the same way. I don'tknow which side of the proverbial gender fence I'm on anymore.I don't think I care. Incidentally, we have been asked to drop down to only 1,000 feet at Paris. The weather is CAVU there, so that's no problem. From Paris we will fly due east flying over Luxembourg, Germany, and then into Prague."They looked out the windows, and regardless of the direction, they found their plane surrounded by RAF F-15 jet fighters. Mary and Ann realized that it was similar to their flight to the United States earlier in the year. Again, they were set up for a sightseeing flight. To their. She attacked his buttons, and only his eyes caressed her until she was done. He stripped off the shirt and then the tee shirt. He led her to the foot of the bed and helped her lie down. He lay on top of her with his feet off the edge. The kiss when they were skin-to-skin aroused heat everywhere they touched and more heat in her breasts and the pit of her stomach. She could hear two thumps which must have been his shoes hitting the floor.“Turn over,” he said. That turn took her to the very edge. After my shower I found a pair of only slightly worn out jeans to wear. I needed to buy some clothes since I wasn't going to wear fatigues everyday. I found one of the old Soviet Commando knock off tee shirts to wear, and a cotton parka to cover the .22 mag revolver. The jeans were just tight enough that I needed the small leather holster to hide the outline of the derringer in my back pocket.We arrived at ten till noon, so we just wandered around the park. There were a few people sitting in.