“G-good day, Your Grace.” The king chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to look up. “A fine horse you have here,” he said kindly, walking a...ound to see her better. He raised a hand to pat the horse’s head and looked questioningly at Gabriel. “May I?” Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The king chuckled and stroked the horse’s head. “My wife and I have been debating most heavily on your father’s case. I cannot remember when we have last argued so heavily.” He looked sidelong at the. I was cleaning the parts one at a time, and then I put them back in the order dad had showed me. I started working on the transmission, and I don’t know how long I worked on the bike until I felt my phone go off in my pocket again. It was Mandy. I cleaned my hands, and for the next half hour we texted sweet nothings back and forth. She told me she missed me and promised me we would have fun the next evening.The next morning things between mom and dad were still as tense as the night before. I. She then told me to go to the closet in our bedroom, she had put some hooks on the closet door, each one held a paddle or a strap. She pointed to a paddle and told me to bring it to her. I picked up the paddle from the hook and brought it to her, I was standing by her right side, she was wearing a nice blue night shirt, bare legged and beautiful. I handed her the paddle with both hands, she took the paddle. placed it to her side, yanked my shorts down past my knees with a single tug and said. It was obvious she was an important passenger. The pilot, Lt. Bobby Gates from Kerrville, Texas, was a "nugget" or Navy aviator on his first tour aboard an aircraft carrier. So was his co-pilot and flight school partner, Shelly Schlumburger, a sarcastic brunette from Amsterdam Avenue in Brooklyn. Both knew better than to pry into the affairs of the young, attractive female officer. All they knew was that she rated a special pick-up and a tanker rendezvous en route; radio silence until 350 miles.