It was a Scout campout. Adolescent boys cooking for themselves, over fires that they had lit, after collecting the wood, splitting it, laying the fire... and setting the tinder. Then, assembling the meals, from menus that they had selected, and cooked from scratch. Then, washing the dishes, themselves, in orderly groups, and, having sanitized everything, putting it away in an organized fashion.Yeah, me too. I couldn’t hardly believe it, either. But, it happened. Just as it happened in Scout camps. This happened 2 weeks back. It was summer vacation for most of my wife’s nieces and nephews. So, her family wanted to go out on a short trip to Coorg.Given most of her relatives stay in Bangalore, we stayed in one of her cousin’s place. My wife’s cousin sister, Pushpa (name changed), is older than me by 6 years, but still, if we were to walk together, everyone would consider her to be younger. Such a hot proportionate body was hers. Pushpa had melons of the right size and a smouldering hot ass!. . like a Cessna 140 ... or a 180.Sure, people flew warbirds in the 1950's, but Bill wanted anonymity. A nice 140 would do it. There was a polished one for sale ... twelve grand. But, he could get a Cub for a lot less ... a LOT less. If he bought it in the fifties he could get one for less than two thousand ... but the 140 had a heater and seated 4 ... the Cub carried two ... and pretty much nothing else.What Bill wanted was an airplane he could take back to the past ... one he could fly over. After a while I went up to my appartment and I was actually really drunk and planned to go to bed and took a shower Before. When I was done it was knocking on the door and i went to open, only in my towel and outside Hussein (that´s his name)was leaning to the door post and asked if he could come in. And surely he was welcome :) he said that he was to drunk to go back home at that it was to much night guests at my neighbours. I asked if my neighbours knew that he Went up to me and he said no..