‘So?’ she asks. He looks whimsical, ‘I think we can relax now. That felt like ‘just good friends’ to me. You?’ ‘Just good friends.’ Sh... nods. ‘Now can we go and get another drink?’ ‘How about that olde worlde little pub behind the church? The Tudor Rose. It should be quite quiet.’ ‘C’mon then.’ She takes his hand this time, practically dragging him to the door. ‘Hang on, I’ve got to collect my coat. Didn’t you bring one?’ ‘No, I’m not planning on being outside a lot.’ It’s bitterly cold out and. He had to wonder what she was dreaming about as he walked back to his room. That wondering continued until it blossomed into a full-fledged fantasy. His erection never drooped for a moment.Drink forgotten on his computer desk, he let that fantasy and his hard-on follow their natural course.It was more than a little surprising to Jake when his mother started getting dressed to go out again the next evening. Considering how grumpy she'd been all day from a hangover, he couldn't believe she was. He ran his hands over it, enjoying the buttery soft feelingof the sheer material. It was sending those familiar tingling messagesstraight down to his penis, his heart was beating furiously, and he wasfeeling decidedly light headed. He pulled the hem of the skirt rightout. It was great to see these full skirts making a comeback, and asfar as he knew this was the first one Debbie had bought.He kept searching. He felt sure there would be a petticoat to gounderneath. It would be a crime to wear. Thursday night, while on the way home from KCC I stopped by the airport site.One of the three batch plants was gone along with several of the concrete mix trucks. The floor pour was different than what had been done with the runways. It looked like they were starting from each side and working towards the middle with the concrete.They were using some kind of pump truck get the concrete to the big center sections. One of the men said it was the same procedure that they had used with the other.