Heading three four zero, current speed and altitude. Control, do I have time to contact Jimsair on Unicom?”“Affirmative, zero three whiskey tango....Notify me when you’re back on channel.”“Roger, Control.”“Jimsair, this is Navajo six seven zero three whiskey tango.”“Go ahead, Navajo.”“Jimsair, I’m currently approaching airport. I’ll need fuel and short-term parking.”“No problem Navajo. Will you be staying overnight?”“Unknown at the moment. I also need to request a landline call to Renaissance Inn. That's not what's between you and Elspeth" He told her, without turning."It isn't..." She sounded surprised."This is just about fifty-four months since your therapy, from what the Doctor said, which means you've not been given the all-clear yet. You know Elspeth's a good enough person to come to terms with this, or you suspect it at least. Thank you, by the way, for assuming that I was too." So what do you think this is about, then?" You've set this five year target in your head, thinking that. Ms. Davis couldn’t believe this question. “Tickling is very annoying and disruptive,” she said.As she spoke Mike couldn’t take his eyes off of her feet. She had on flats and had her legs crossed dangling one shoe right in front of him. She noticed this. Ms. Davis had always taken care of her feet. She would never admit it but she got way too many pedicures but she found the experience almost orgasmic. She always asked for a very specific Oriental guy who seemed to pay a little too much. "Pervert," Wendy joked slapping him on the shoulder.You have no idea Sam thought to himself.Once they reached their hotel room, Wendy threw her bag onto the bed. "I need a shower," she said removing her clothes. Once naked she walked towards the bathroom, turning to look at Sam's reaction as she went.Seeing Sam admire her long legs and pert ass as she walked away from him, Wendy smiled to herself, knowing the effect her naked ass would have on him.Sam had always loved her ass.While still.