Had he done his job properly? Could he have avoided the enemy AA shells? Had he been inattentive? Was he flying too low? Breaking some kind of protoco...?It was pointless to blame him, it wouldn’t help them now. But as she banished the thought to the back of her mind and tried to focus on her mission, the resentment remained. The little human prattled incessantly about everything and nothing, it was grating and fruitless. It distracted her from her broken leg, however, and so she tolerated it,. They turned and came up to Rachael, Steve, and Gary. Mike flunghimself to the floor in front of them."Please. I am so sorry for hurting you. Call the police. I don't deserveto live with good people like you." Mike glanced at the painting. "Hetold me I am cured from my addiction, but I owe so much to so many."Mike then gave his story. He was 31, and had been on drugs for fiveyears. Almost four years ago it had gotten so bad that he had been firedfrom the bakery he worked at in London, and had. I held and gently squeezed her hands, I closed my eyes and said, “Nat, you’re beautiful, but you’re married to my best friend.” Nat then used language I had never heard from her, she said, “Fuckin’ get your clothes off and fuck me. You would like to fuck this thing in front of you wouldn’t you?” She asked the most stupid questions; of course I wanted to fuck her, who wouldn’t! I said, “Not here surely.” She looked down towards Tom and kicked him in the ribs; he never moved, and he was truly. But uh, your cock is pretty thick and, well a girl’s first time is usually pretty scary all in itself. When you add in how thick your ... well...”She leaned back towards me after hearing and seeing how I thought tonight might go. We kissed for a minute, and then she pushed back from me.She simply said, “Let’s head in and see what is happening at Coach’s house.”Once inside Coach Jacket’s medium sized three bedroom ranch style house, Lynette was bombarded by well-wishers and congratulated beyond.