Everybody seemed to be smiling and nodding. I said, "Team briefings will happen throughout the day. Mission final 'go' briefing in hanger."Adrian spok... up. "Ted, you need help?"I replied, "I was just coming to that, love. Yes."I looked around, grinning. "I need a shitload of help."They were laughing as I continued, "Some of the things we need to get ready besides prepping our rides are refining plan with defining detailed mission statuses, and providing complete navigation charts showing course. " They both looked at me kind cross-eyed, trying to make some kind of sense out of what they just heard their mother explain to them. I could only laugh and smile: "Google it! You'll see!" And that was it. Off they went, leaving me with my half-finished glass of merlot, wondering if I was doing the right thing for them. I recalled my own coming of age experiences: strict religious upbringing with never a peep from my mother about the birds and the bees. I was aware of my own blossoming sex. When we were all settled again i then told them that i had wangled the rest of the week off so we could all have some time together, which we agreed would be great especially if we stayed at their house which also had a nice semi secluded garden to spend time in, they told me they had been swimming that afternoon even tho the marks on Shirls body were still very vivid , she told me later that she was going to have a heart tattooed over the really large one so she will always be reminded of that. As they both pull back, Liam's eyes look to the left to see Sasha walking towards them. His eyes roam down her bare, tanned, toned legs. "Sasha, oh wow! It's been so long. How are you?" he asks. Much to his pleasure, she wraps her arms around him and he slightly lifts her up wanting to feel her next to his excited body. "I'm great Liam. Have you gotten taller?" she asks as he lowers her to her feet. "Yes, I have. It's been nearly eight months since I last saw you." "Wow! And you sure did get.