”Cathy bounced over and said, “Here are some snacks for you, Daddy.”“Thanks, Cathy,” Greg said with a nod of his head and a smile. He accept...d the plate filled with cheese squares and sliced apples. He took one of the cheese squares and popped it into his mouth. After chewing for a moment, he swallowed. Looking over at Cathy, he said, “How about you and I going out for dessert tonight? We can call it a father-daughter night.”“Really?” Cathy asked surprised at the invitation. She couldn’t. It was obvious that she wanted to get back to making the baby. I slid my hand down her smooth muscular back to those rock hard buns and pulled her to me. There was an incredible amount of heat emanating from the area where my fingers were.She moaned and started agitatedly kissing my chest. She must have been impatiently awaiting my arrival. Her other hand had reached its target and she was frantically pumping it like she was churning butter. At that point it could have probably been used to. * * *Alan was pretty angry with himself. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd shared a cup of coffee with Elise, but he'd not had the nerve to do anything about it. He'd almost gone over to her house a couple of times, but always chickened out before opening his own front door.He left his home office and went to his bedroom, on the second floor, with the window that overlooked her backyard and pool area. He'd spent a lot of time looking out that window since she moved in. Now he spotted her. The guys flew together, training and honing our combat skills, and itching to use them for real. We were a bunch of young, hard charging, aggressive, studs with egos so big that we each thought we were the best damn fighter pilot in the world. You had to be that way in our business. We had a saying: In the fighter business winning is the only thing; second place is dead. If you didn't believe in your self and have supreme confidence in your ability to win a fight to the death in the air, then.