Both pilots acknowledged the idea. Colin retuned com1 to 4564,"On tower, Alan." Thanks Colin." And pressed the PTT (Press-to-talk),"Tower, Barge at tw...lve thousand." Barge, you are number one, straight in approach to the western pad to hover; vacate pad to your right and follow the Marshall." Western pad and right to the Marshall."Alan descended to the mountain pad catching the Barge in the ground effect and then followed the Marshall on his single seat runabout to the park; with Colin watching. So Kathy, have you let him have your ass yet?" Michael's answer was "No. She's withholding it as a punishment. She “lets” me fuck her but won’t blow me or give up her ass.” Kathy said “When you show me that you can practice some restraint, like not asking for sex as soon as you walk through the door, I “may” let you have it.”Kathy asked if we could plan a dinner and if they can meet Roger and Shelly. I said "What was that you were saying about "restraint?" That didn’t take you long . . .". Maybe it was my imagination, but I didn’t care. “That’s okay,” I said, smiling, and leaned over to take the clothing. It was just a huge shirt. “Do you think you can possibly give me a ride?” I asked, wishing I had the courage to wear only a shirt in his presence. Did he want me to? A grin lit up his face and he chuckled quietly. “I would, but my truck isn’t here.” He didn’t say where it was, and I didn’t ask. “Do you want to sit there all wet?” he asked, and I glanced down at the shirt. ‘Good Morning. Thank you for calling Kincaid Lake Boat Dock. This is Cathryn. How may I help you?’ ‘Hey baby.’ Cathryn smiled at the voice. ‘Sam. What are you doing today?’ ‘Missing you.’ ‘You’ll see me tonight at the pull.’ ‘But Kent will be there’ hung in the air between them and went unsaid. ‘Where are you?’ ‘In my truck, heading out to load up some square bales, somebody called Kent and wanted some.’ ‘Do they want a lot?’ ‘He didn’t say, just had be meet him at the barn.’ Cathryn could.