Officially using the terms boyfriend and girlfriend. I wasn’t sure Jake would want to, he could be so hard to read. That’s the main reason I had t... know.“What’s the deal with you and Max?”“Well...” he slowly answered with a long nervous pause. “Max is, he’s my boyfriend.”A million and one thoughts passed thru my mind. Emotions of hurt, arousal, confusion, love, lust, anger and desire, flashed. Jake is gay? No cause he fucked me so good. He’s cheating on me? No because we never had that. So, we got one of them to ask the MPs stationed at Huston, where the shuttle was supposedly going, to detain the crew and any passengers for questioning. We didn’t have jurisdiction when off the Moon, so we had to come up with a reason for them to help us.We told them that we believed that they had stolen Gerald’s shuttle. That the people on-board were involved in smuggling, terrorist activities and the theft of two troop-ships, and that they must be going to America for a reason. If we were. And found out his name was daya(name changed) and e was not a masseuse but an it guy.He gives me a call when he as time and we have our sessions.My stomach, which I followed with disappointment and was still in my undie.He started massaging my shoulder arms back legs thigh for 20 min, it was real good massage.As I thought the massage was boring, he made his move.He sat on my back and grabbed my shoulders (similar to hugging) a s if to seem like some stretching, and he pulled me by my shoulders. One paved runway and a lot of grass. The hangars are 1930's and the aircraft are private.The airport is on the south side of town and it's a real CAA going concern. They have a flight school with one Cessna 150 trike. There's a Maytag commuter that flies to places that have big airplanes and like that. They Are OFFICIAL.The field has amenities; a pay phone and an outside coke machine ... and they sell fuel fifty cents a gallon cheaper than the real airport. When there's an airshow ... it's at.