“My turn.”“Huh?”“Just once around the pattern. I’d rather my first flight be here than at a controlled airport...”“You’re taking her...to a controlled airport?” Mister Dukes asked.“Yessir,” I said. “Ain’t sure about fuel and oil consumption, and we figure we’ll do here to Alexandria, then from there to Vicksburg, and from Vicksburg to Cleveland, Mississippi.”“You’re careful,” he said.“Yessir. We’re not in a hurry and we don’t want to take chances.”“I wanna see that little gal fly, son,” Mister. "?"Yes sir," answered Kyle, his heart thumping. The seargent ledKyle out of the room into another bedroom.?The room was screened in half with a curtain.? They were met by another guy about 30 in adoctor's white coat.? "Ok boy, standthere," said Dr Robins, pointing to a cross on the floor.? Kyle stood on the cross.? The seargent came in too and went behind thecurtain.? "Now boy," said DrRobins, "I'm going to ask you something directly.? Do you like to fuck?"? "Yes sir!" answered Kyle.? "Good,. Three strikes and I'm out of here."She stood there, daring me to do something. So I did.I walked over to her smiling, and took her into my arms, hugging her. She gave a little sob and grabbed me around my waist. I turned her by the shoulder and walked her a ways away from where we were standing over to the stacks of filled sandbags. We stood there, facing into the canyon, listening to the quiet. I didn't know what to say. I was pissed, but I waited until my anger was under control.I tugged her. Another low moan escapes past your lips as you begin to thrust rhythmically back and forth, and as my body lifts upwards to meet yours. I can detect the sparkling sheen of your deep blue eyes, and the way your mouth moves, as you express every sensation. We move fluently together, seeking that ultimate goal, yet, longing for time to forever stand still. Clutching your flexed arms to steady myself, I scratch along your shoulders and biceps, and run my hands across your back, now slick with.