I pulled off with a wet smack, and turned to look at him again. Grinning fool. "Like that." "A good one to hold on to," he agreed admiringly. We la... silent for a few minutes, enjoying the sated afterglow of vigorous and enthusiastic sex. "You know," I said, breaking the trance and propping myself up on my elbows to see his face better, "I learned a lot this year. Lotta new stuff." He nodded. "You're welcome," he quipped. I laughed with him. "Thanks, but that's not what I mean." I shuffled. While my hands and feet soaked, a middle-aged blond woman with a bodyshowing no signs of age, walked in, introduced herself as "Jess" asked mehow my day was going and offered me a bottle of water. With thepleasantries out of the way, Jess removed my left foot from the bath,dried it, and began pedicuring my feet. After she finished shaping mytoe-nails, removing dead skin off my foot, and massaging my feet, shebegan applying a French pedicure to my toe-nails. My wife had gone all outto have me. My eyes widen, you laugh -this is what you want right?- I nod he slowly puts on the fishnets, slide on the panties and you help him with the bra.I start to crawl over and you stop me -not yet fag- you say I'll tell you when.You reach again in the drawer and pull out a white thong and bra and stockings and you bring them over to me.You drop them on the floor and tell me, -put this on fag- without getting up from the floor i hurry and slip the thing and bra on and the stockings, Im back on my. “Maybe. It seems like so long ago that we failed to learn our lesson in Vietnam.”“Lord, my Savior, if it be thy will, bring my feet safely to the ground again that I may continue to serve you. Purge my soul of hate and fear. Hold those I love in your loving care. Lord, thy will be done.”I’d said the same prayer before each flight since the first time I took to the air at twelve years old. I loved the sky. I loved the feel of air beneath the wings. I loved to see the ground flash past beneath.