" Captain Mc Cain explained to the parents..."Please forgive me but I have to contact my counterpart in Australia and see how things are going on over...there." Captain Mc Cain said... "Now that you have heard what we are doing to find your boys, it might be best to go home as it will be another 24 hours before we hear anything from the Australian navy and other departments looking out for your children." a Coast Guard Spokesperson said. The parents slowly left the command center and hugged and. “You’re the one with the yellow tail, right?” the tower asked.“Affirmative. R21 circling at angels two.”Eventually, with a teacup of gas left, I put her down and taxied where I was waved, flipped the switch when I got the cut signal and was towed backwards to a revetment under some crude netting. I got on the wing, grabbed my kit bag and my Colt and hiked to the terminal and got in line. Evidently I was not the only American pilot getting out while I had a chance and taking a fighter with. One or two had caught our special attention and we'd exchanged a few ideas discretely in the restaurant after being served by them.One in particular, Zoe, was especially appealing. She was about 5'2" tall with dark hair; short but in a feminine style. Her deep brown eyes shone playful naughtiness when she smiled and she always wore very tight blouses which her lovely rounded breasts seemed constantly trying to escape from. If only she knew some of the thoughts they'd evoked in both my mind and. Out of the 7 of us, not one was under 6 foot 3 inches tall. We were all lean bust muscular. 3 of us were white, 4 of us were black. I can’t say for sure if she knew the score then, but when I stepped up close to her and whispered, “get down on your fucking knees and get to work,” she immediately dropped her bag, and slid to her knees.All 6 of my friends were standing a meter or so behind us so couldn’t quite know the score, but when she slid my shorts to the ground, they figured it out. I.