She left down stairs and I gravitated to Candice's room. I could hear the sounds of a Mozart string concerto playing in the background. Her door was o...en and she was sitting at her desk with her math book open and pencil to paper. She yawned and stretched her arms. Then it struck me, she always wore baggy clothes but she had small petit A cup breasts, but not now. She had to be a full C cup.At dinner we all sat at the table. Candice talked about making the cheerleading team. I looked closer at. I started to move towards the sides of her breasts. I was definitely touching boobs now. About a minute passed and I moved down to her thighs. At one point I sneakily brushed my finger across the fabric covering her mound. At this she quietly gasped. I allowed this to happen a few more times before I asked her another question."Would you like a butt massage?", I laughed.She giggled and said, "Just don't be too rough!" You might need to move those bottoms down a bit."She contemplated this for a. It also made me wonder what the Secret Service or NSA might have in store for us. The CIA knew better than to come to us, but I'm sure they would try to entrap or entice us into working for them again in the future, but we now knew what to ask if they did.I must have dozed off, as Sgt. Curran woke me to ask if I might like some lunch. With a smirking grin, she said that she was serving some delicious in flight sandwiches and coffee. She even mentioned that she had some beer on board should I. An idea I was still getting used to.There was also Calliope. She was acting oddly enough at times, that I was left to wonder if she was still carrying a torch for me. Theodore was still carrying a bit of a torch for her up until the point I took over. And if I was being honest, as much as I was exasperated before, I really enjoyed her sarcastic wit. I was interested in seeing how things would go, not just for another “conquest” or whatever, but because all the sweetness from my relationships.