“Right, you said that, but why were you REALLY late?” Patrick said, crossing his muscular arms across his chest and leveling his blue eyes at her.... “That is personal, and I am not going to answer that.” “I would really hate to have to call your Dad and discuss your tardiness with him.” Patrick threatened. “You are one of the best cheerleaders on the team, and I need you to be a leader for the rest of the girls and show them how to act. I can’t have you just coming and going as you please.” . I was certain she had caught me more than once staring at her tight body. On two occasions, I had to keep myself from standing up for a few minutes as the excitement I was feeling was causing a bulge in my slacks. With no mention of marital issues at home and no outward flirting or spicy conversations, I assumed she had zero interest in me. That is until one evening when we stayed late to finish a vital piece of our project. One late afternoon after the rest of our colleagues had gone home,. The denim from my jeans felt tight against my thighs, the strap from my messenger bag was rubbing against my hardening nipple, and my fingers were clenching inside my jacket pockets. I could feel my breath getting shallower and faster and I could feel my face flushing. I started walking faster, getting home in record time. I got home, at last, and walked straight toward my bedroom, stripping off my winter clothes along the way: boots, hat, mittens, scarf, and jacket. Nearly tripping over. It could fly for hours on a single charge, even if fully laden.And this Grob was assigned to the Cold Lake Air Cadet squadron. According to the details, it was supposed to be doing circuits north of that base. Being this far north of Cold Lake was spreading the definition of "north of the station" beyond all reason.Cautiously, the senior duty controller replied, "Tango Delta One Charlie Bravo, this is Willow Lake Control. Please state the purpose of your trip." Willow Lake Control, this is.