She winced at the thought of looking at her son that way, but it was true. He was quickly becoming a man — and a damned hunk too. He was wearing a p...ir of running shorts and she admired the play of muscles in his legs as he moved. He'd certainly grown since she'd seen him last, and if he'd gained any weight it was all muscle. He was going to be taller and better looking than his father.Helen winced again. In just two more years, Donnie would be as old as his father when she'd married him. She. “S is for Straps, we don’t like to lose students from gliders so we ask you to check you’re securely strapped in.”I wrote like a good student should.“I is for Instruments – you will see an altimeter, a turn and slip indicator and an air speed indicator in addition to an inclinometer and a compass. Check to make sure they work.”I ventured a question “How do I check them?” I asked.“Tap them, if the needle or bubble moves you’re good to go.” was Katy’s quick reply.“T is for Trim,” she continued. The file would wait. As Gab walked over to where he sat, she was followed into the room by a well dressed woman. Her guest wore a black business suit, but with a short skirt, that allowed her to show her long slim legs off. Legs encased in barely black hold ups. Gabs legs were also framed by a similar length skirt and were every much as perfection as her new friends were. The guest shut the door behind her, and as Darren took in the vision of legs that seemed to fill his vision, he failed to. I slowly drift into consciousness and realize that as I lie here with my eyes still closed, you’ve been watching me sleep. A smile teases the corner of my mouth, and you catch me. Pulling me close to you in one strong arm. Your skin next to mine is warm and ineffable. The chemistry between us seeps through our pores and we come together like gravity and a falling star, unable to defy the laws of attraction---unwilling to do so if we could. I feel your warmth permeating my skin, your chest.