.." Tim said as hetook over like a kid on a familiar bike. He looked back to smile at Billand gave a wink to stewardess Joyce."Man, this is some plan.... Always love the new stuff," Tim mused as heran his hands over the controls, balancing the fuel, setting waypoints,adjusting radio settings and watching the sun set in the far distance atpoints west. Chicago, heck already getting dark there," he mused as hesipped his hot fresh coffee and watched the world go by. He even playedwith the radio. Maybe, if you travel as much as Joe does at the moment, you just feel more comfortable in hotels?Whatever the reason, it's been good for us. We've walked on the cliffs and eaten good food and talked about nothing and shagged like rabbits and it's been great.But, I nearly spoil it. I had told Joe that I would be away while he was, doing some field work for my thesis and I'm thinking how the accommodation at Inward Bound is probably going to be different from the slightly faded splendour of the. They were on the back side of a hill and out of sight, though we knew where they had fired from because of the angle of the arrows after they landed. We also knew that there were seven Navajos because that was the number of arrows we saw.I quickly evolved a plan and sent Joe and Running Fox with their horses around the sand hill opposite the one concealing the Navajos. I wanted to find out if my Marine training was as good as I thought it was, and if I still remembered enough of it to make good. ” She had the most evil look in her eyes as she walked over to a shelf where there was an unfamiliar black bag resting. She caressed the bag fondly then looked up at me in the mirror reflection and ordered, “Strip!” The thought of disobeying did not even run through my mind. Not only was I afraid of what she might do, I wanted to make her happy. My ass still hurt from the morning’s fucking she had given me but if I were honest, I could not wait to see what she had in mind for tonight! When.