“No, she’s got a niche as one of the drivers or a stewardess, if we’re sending the island plane to pick you up.” The island plane. The modifie... told me I had multiple planes.“I saw her at The Castle today,” I recalled her fit body and bikini and the little Asian girl she had swung around and dunked.“Oh, yeah, well, there’s nothing against the girls going anywhere on their off time. There’s always the risk that they’ll get fucked. That having fun would become,” Rena turned her voice all spooky. My lips moving, but no sounds issuing forth.I’m lost, awash in feelings and sensations of what you must be feeling as you watch me. Oh, I wish you were watching me right now. My skin is tingly. Without even touching it, my cock is rigid, throbbing to the right because of my natural curve. I want you to watch me touch it. To watch me run a finger up the shaft and onto the ridge of the head. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of precum out. Want to watch me. "Damn Sylvia you were serious, Hell I thought you were kidding me. I'm so sorry but I'm going to a convention of after market producers in Baltimore this weekend." That's alright, I'll find something or someone else to do this weekend," I said trying not to show my disappointment."Why don't you come with me. It should be a nice dinner and party after the meetings," he said."No thanks, I have been to conventions before. They are either deadly boring, or way over the top," I suggested."This one. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory having provided our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school we could actually affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-century morals our parents had grown up adhering to and tried to force on our generation.After receiving the diplomas we'd work twelve long years for, promises to stay in touch and never forget our time together abound. Each one of us knew they'd be promises un-kept as we headed off some to.