" Damn." Michael gives the metal structure a little shove to test its stability. "That's sucks. This guy sounds like a prick. Leaving such a beautiful...girl as you...God, can't he see how good he had it?" Our gazes lock, and we blush mutually in embarrassment. He offers his hand to help me up the ladder (it doesn't have a guard rail), and once I get high enough, his hand drifts down to my backside. I jump slightly at first, but let it stay. Gently, he begins to rub the globes of my ass, running. ”“Yes, it was, but when you moved in, there had been no discussion about her being an in-house resident. Now...” I said.“Lee, I’m good with it. More than good with it. I see it as making you happy which means no more angst, no more semi-state of depression. Yes, mister, I am very good with it. Okay! Sheesh,” she said. I smiled my gratitude. I was one lucky sonovagun.It was the end of January 1996. I would be having my baby Zoey the 11th through the 17th of February and the weekend of the 24th. “Right here?”Mr. Turner nodded. Ethan lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and held it under his chin, exposing his rigid stomach muscles, pushed his baggy outer shorts down to about his knees, hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of the spandex shorts, pushed them down below the level of his crotch, and reached in and pulled out his erect penis, holding it out in front of him like an enormous garden hose. He looked up at Mr. Turner first, then Casey. Mr. Turner’s eyebrows went up in surprise. VOX crackled again as the KC135 tanker operator urged Cowboy to hold the Raven as still as possible to avoid a collision. It was plain to see this was not as easy as it sounded. The tail section must have been damaged worse I thought. After some harrowing moments, the connector was uncoupled, and we pulled away. The Raven banked right and started her descent. If anyone had told me that I would be here 3 days ago, I would have laughed aloud, but it was real, and we were in the thick of it all. .