"I should go see if he needs help getting up," Rachael said. "He isquite taken by your masterpiece, John." She left them chatting and wentback to the ...astor, who continued to pray for several minutes. When hecame out of his trance, he smiled up at Rachael, and as she helped himto his feet, said: "He forgives me. I just have to live a loving andopen life, for as long as it lasts. I feel so much better. So clean. Sogood." So you like my work?" John said as they approached. "Although Rachaelsays I. Um..." She stopped herself. Even my request for her not to call me lord or master was being obeyed.I waited. I wanted her to find that name for me but even that one idea or decision was beyond her. "Sweetheart?" I offered.For an instant, there was something that flashed through her eyes. It was like fear or pain. It didn't remain long enough for me to feel it through her like I could so many other things. Whatever it was, she didn't like "Sweetheart" for some reason."What's wrong? Why does that. . Mr Townsend ran through a whole one aircraft airshow ... one stunt at a time with my turn after each.“Tie it together,” he said.I hate to admit it ... he was better ... I bobbled several times and once he wrenched the controls away and saved us. He was exceedingly patient. He showed me where I went wrong, I corrected and managed to perform.Back at Banks, he said, “Where’s your logbook?”He signed off and said, “You have more aircraft? Sell me one. I’d forgotten how much fun horsepower. It was late spring by then, the evenings getting longer, some cherry blossom visible and blackthorn growing in the hedge. It was impossible to resist the urge to touch her as I handed her the drink so I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She smiled and her hand went straight into the top of my dress and cupped my tit. She squeezed my nipple, not hard. ‘You do look good in blue.’ ‘You look good in anything.’ Her lovely eyes smiled. ‘Flatterer. Cheers.’ She took a sip of her gin. ‘Debra will.