”President McKinsey turns off the television and sits on the arms of the couch in his office for a few minutes, silently. FBI director, Todd Nichols...sits on another couch opposite of the one that the president occupies. “What’s the status on Doug Wiltkins and Mike Grines?” he asks the FBI man.Nichols blows out a sigh before answering. “Wiltkins is currently in a coma. He suffered several broken bones, but provided he pulls out of the coma, he should be fine. As far as Grines is concerned, he. Most of them ... were in the air from dark thirty to dark thirty. Maybe twelve sorties a day ... sometimes more if the army was in retreat and needed the air-cover. The airdrome might be 20 miles behind the lines."He shaded his eyes and gazed into the darkening two acre hangar. "Most everything I can see flew 220 miles an hour at least. Fly out, strafe the enemy infantry, fly back, rearm refuel ... takes an hour turn around tops and many ground crews were faster. A good ground crew could get a. I also didn’t see the possessiveness and demanding personality that Beth had mentioned. Later, she told me that he’d mellowed out.I could tell Ginger was also taken with him, especially since Beth told her and Megan that we were their new lovers. Suddenly, the new couple saw us in a new light. We blushed appropriately, but not too much. I thought it was nice that we could talk so openly about our new fivesome relationship.After dinner, Jo suggested we skinny-dip in our pool. The idea had barely. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” I asked.“Why don’t we just chill and hangout.” She said with a smile. “Sounds good.” And we just sat in the lawn chairs in the backyard and just talked. I really got to know her in that time, and my feelings got even stronger. After a while she said, “Can I change back into my clothes?”“Sure! I’m going to change too.” And we both went inside and changed back into our clothes. I was wearing a plain black long sleeve t-shirt and black jeans. She.