She walked upstairs to her bedroom and shrugged out of her clothes, letting her damp hair down and brushing through it before she went into her bathro...m. She took a long shower. Her muscles felt worked, and the harsh beating of the hot water against her skin made her tingle and relax. She smiled in spite of herself. She was a little excited about tonight, and a little scared. She was venturing into the unknown, the unexpected. She was looking forward to seeing him again. And she realized that. I and my non identical twin brother had turned 18 a few weeks ago; we were both the same height around 5ft 8. I had blonde hair whilst his was dark; he was slightly bigger than me in relation to weight but not huge. We both had fair skin and I was roughly a c cup bra neither of us had really dated and spent more time with each other than with friends. I was sleeping in my red cotton PJs and my brother was in his boxers which I didn’t mind, we went to sleep roughly around 10.20pm we needed to. I still self-consciously sniffed myself, making sure I still smelled like the old spice body wash and deodorant. I rummaged through the cupboards, trying to find a quick lunch, but everything took over five minutes to make and I was only in my boxers. Why hadn’t I at least gotten bread at the store yesterday? I gave up on the cupboards and hoped my friend had left something in the fridge that was fast. All I ever used the fridge for was Gatorade and lunch meat. I was pretty sure I was out of. " Yeah, well, some guys have all the luck, do the ass licking. Some of us just did our jobs and came home. Me, I'm happy flying these old Anushkas. Best damn plane ever built. It doesn't just fly, but sails in the wind like a Spanish galleon. You can land it on a fly spot if you want, or in a bog. The Anushka doesn't care what. Cut the engine and have a nap - she'll land herself and park in the hangar. It'll be a shame when these old birds finally retire. I'll retire, too, when that happens..