The first ride was indeed rough on her. I let her on a long loop around the city, and without her realizing it we ended up at my place. "Come in and h...ve something cold to drink," I offered, and Fran - out of breath and quite red in her face - gratefully accepted."I am so sweaty," she said when we sat down in the kitchen with two giant cups of cold water."How about a shower?" I asked innocently."I haven't got anything to change into," she replied.I knew better. "It will be nice all the same to. I understood why pilots always had books and magazines with them to read. With the plane on auto-pilot and computers monitoring everything else there was little to do, sometimes hours on end. I even resorted to looking through the operating manual that was in the console between the seats.The more I read and looked through the operating manual and looked for that particular item and read the explanation of what it did and why, the less intimidating the instrument panel looked to me.With an hour. The first clue I got that this was going to be a date and not just a beer together was when Kell held the door for me like a complete gentleman while I got into his little Porsche sports car. I was wearing short shorts and black pair of polyester panties, nothing fancy, but I was sure Kell was admiring my shaved legs when I got into his car. I had told him already that I am a swimmer and that's why I shave my legs and body. Since I have a swimmer's build, I figured he believed me. The second. I'm not sure, but later that day, I saw the tickets, so I surmised that my sister no longer owned the tickets." You said she's still living with one of her slaves," I pointed out.Camille furrowed her brow. "Hmmm, that needs thinking."Neither Camille nor I spoke for a few moments. There was a lot of information to digest.Did those tickets actually turn Camille's sister Debbie into a monster like Camille described? Would that happen to me? I thought back to my initial experiments with the.