I guarantee you'll like that." Eww, gross!" Becca exclaimed, "I can't believe you would do that with Billy. He's our cousin. You've committed incest."...Incest?" Heather scoffed. "That's just a word. Let me wash and dress and I'll explain it all to you."Then she whispered to me, "I'd better talk to her and make sure she doesn't tell anyone what we've been doing."I nodded my assent.Becca was Uncle Dan's daughter. She was a year younger than Heather and a year older than me. She spent a lot of time. Would she wear a one piece or a bikini?I changed quickly into my Speedo and then sat on the bed waiting for Stacey. After a few minutes, I heard the doorknob start to open and I began to steady myself in preparation.The door opened wide and out came . . . a goddess in white. A white bikini which covered just enough of her chest to hide the breast forms she wore. Her bottoms did very little to hide her charms.All I could muster out of my mouth was, "Un. . .real." Is that good?" Stacey it's. It's essentially my own writing, as improved, as I said, by an excellent editor." Well, I'm not even a dedicated fan, and I really enjoyed it. It's probably the first sports-related book I've ever read from beginning to end. Biography, in general, isn't my usual reading passion. But this was engrossing." Ms. Munger, I'm going to help you all I can, even if you didn't like my book."She laughed. "It's not flattery, Zeke. You did a wonderful job on that book." It's selling well," he said. "Not as. It's a new app I found." She showed me the assigned altitude confirmation and the weather between Cut Bank and Tampa.We were off the ground and climbing to our altitude in minutes. I got up and made coffee while Sharon went to sit in the right seat to talk to Lisa. Etta pointed at the seat next to her, and said, "Talk to me a while. You know we've accomplished a years worth in a few days, but we haven't had much time to talk."I had to agree and sat with Etta. She leaned her head on my shoulder.