RC Airfield We did more that summer than sit in the hot tub and fuck. What with my work and Corey doing some internet site set-up for the CalTech Elec...rical Engineering department we didn’t have a lot of spare time on weekdays but we did lots of other stuff on weekends, walks and museums and just hanging out in the library or book stores. We also went to the radio control airfield where Corey and I had spent many pleasant Saturdays. That was before I matriculated at USC and before Corey had. I looked up at her questioning, "Jess this has your name and address on it, why are you giving it to me?"With a gleam in her eyes she said softly, "Open it Bobby."I pulled the cardboard zipper and pulled out the papers that were inside and when I saw what it was, I looked up at Jess with a huge smile and said, "Congratulations Jessica. Good job, Sweetie. You don't know how proud this makes me. I am so proud of your accomplishment. Wow!"It was her High School Diploma. Not a GED, Liz had made. They laughed. I just blushed and said, "Thank you, Edith." I walked with them out ofthe conference rooms and back towards the suites of offices.Back at my desk, I sat down and opened up a catalogue from a computersupply house. I thought if things were doing well, it would be a greattime to ask for some new computers or needed upgrades. I watched myperfectly manicured hands turn pages. I made a few notes in the marginof the page, wishing I had prettier handwriting. I tried writing slowerand. Despite the hesitancy of her general demeanour, her eyes blazed with desire. She made no move to disrobe but did not resist as I began to undress her. So that we should not proceed in total silence I asked a few questions and learnt that she was only eighteen years old and came from Zambia in southern Africa. Her family had sent her to stay with relatives in London to earn some money to send home. She was in the country entirely illegally and had worked in a succession of menial, low-paid jobs.