I'm your new flight instructor."Huh. I felt something gaining altitude and it wasn't a plane. Damn. I think I mumbled something stupid about nice day ...or a flight lesson, or I have my flight log, or maybe I just started drooling on myself. Really don't remember.She told me to follow her and she would show me the plane. I would meet her here in the future. As I followed her I was enamoured by her rear view. We got to the plane. It was an older Cessna 172, a four-seat single prop airplane.She. Even today, there were moments when she made some mistakes in her patterns, or forgot a cue, Gary admitted. It was far from technically perfect. The orchestra had mostly covered it, though, caught up by her performance.She had obviously practiced hard on her conducting this semester. But this? The passion, the abandon... That could not be learned, ever ... Gary could teach the 'how' of conducting, but no one in the world could teach the 'why'.The players responded increasingly to her urging. She was so profoundly attracted to the hazel eyes that shone with wisdom, sensitivity, and just a touch of rakish mischief. His not too short curly light brown hair with blond highlights was always so appealing, no matter how "bad hair day" askew and the sweet small vulnerability of a bald spot at the top and back. His moustache with the not quite "Mexican" growth corners lent itself to a daring quality to someone who was already a jumble of masculine intrusions. The teacher was no unfeeling. From then on lab coats and nothing else became the standard dress for them all.The breast enhancement did good trade as Jill and Di had theirs done and after some consideration and checking Tilda as well. Big tits were the village style Penny had hers done when she first started working with Joanna followed by Emma as a perk of the job. Sylvia had hers done to make them firmer and higher. One Saturday night came the clients had cancelled. Since all the regular tarts were earning big bucks they.