"Please."Lick it. Lick it like you mean it. Vinnie demanded.He leaned forward, lips open, tongue sliding along it from glans to root.His hand held it ...ently as he wet the entire length. He kept his eyesclosed, seeing Vinnie standing there. He opened his eyes, keeping thatphantom lover before him. "I want to please you."Suck it.He moaned, leaning forward, taking the tip in his mouth. He licked it ashe had always liked, knowing that if this were real, the man would havebeen gasping. He felt a. Two fifty to a commercial, two thousand for that coveted ATP. One forty of that in a multi-engine, two hundred total IFR. Jeff had lots and lots of hours to burn in the little 152 based at Tamiami whose owners charged only by the accumulated numbers on the Hobbes Clock. As much as possible I was his persistent companion there in those hours. As much as possible we talked sharing our common frustration.The move to Florida had been good for dad, for he had been one of many at DFW. He had been. I went to the bar, ordered a Mojito and went outside to the smoking area. It was empty but as the door was shutting it re-opened and 2 elderly guys, business types walked in. I asked one of them for a light and we got chatting. They were developers visiting the area for a few days spotting possible investment sites. Both were in their 50s , one was bald, rugged looking, quite fit looking, the other , better looking, a bit overweight with a gravelly rough voice that was doing wonders for me. The. It is easiest to find a parking spot first, then walk. Francine and Siobhan eyed each other like new dogs at the pound. I simply walked away, forcing them to follow. About three blocks from where we met is an old Kress department store, which had been converted into a Sisters of Mercy resale shop. Francine would have dived into that, had I not held her back. Up the alley, halfway to the thrift store receiving dock, is a pair of disreputable concrete stairs. The one leading up is to Julian’s.