Sandra, on the other hand, seemed neither sorry nor embarrassed. She called me back into her room. With some trepidation, I went back. She had not cov...red herself and I could not help ogling her, but what stopped me was the expression on her face. It was languid to the point of being stuporous. To say the least, this aroused in me (no pun intended) a deep concern that she might be slipping into insulin shock. Sandra and I both have juvenile diabetes. We are both insu-lin dependent. A very large. “A clearing. Over there.” She pointed toward the swath of sliced trees.The pilot looked up at her. She was kneeling in the copilot’s seat with her head bent against the overhead air shield. He suddenly reached up and grabbed the girl’s right tit, squeezing hard.“Ow!” Lisa yelped. “Hey, asshole!” She slapped his hand away, then gently held her breast up with her hand. “That hurt, you shit!”“You’re real!” the pilot murmured, leaving his hand hanging in the air where Lisa had slapped it. She. . ... keep your mouth shut.Fixing the dentsOne day a Stepford Wife entered an auto body shop claiming that she’d suffered extensive damage to her new car.The mechanic thought he’d have some fun with her so he told her that she didn’t need him to fixed all the dents.He said she could fix them herself by blowing into the tailpipe as hard as she could and they’d all pop out.The Stepford Wives went home and proceeded to get down on her hands and knees in the driveway. She was blowing into the pipe. I need you now’. She gave me a look, grabbed her bag and strolled off to the toilet, just glancing behind at me as she opened the door. I grabbed my things and followed her into the empty toilet. The toilet was clean and smelt nice as we entered one of the two cubicles. Once the door was closed, she kissed me… tenderly and sweetly. My god she tasted good. I fingered her hair as my tongue dipped into her mouth, now with a little more urgency. We knew we didn’t have long and we both wanted it so.