It was only a little more difficult that usual. When I got the Chickadee in the air I felt a hell of a lot better. I put the plane in slow cruise and ...ound the air currents over the ocean and rode along with them. They carried me north for quite a ways before I turned around to head home. I had to add a little throttle in order to make it back after a 90 minute ride.Once I had the plane back in the hanger and the fuel checked I headed home. I had used only four gallons. I was well within range. ” Recalling the events of the night, I allowed myself a soft chuckle. Murial had pushed her right to the edge again and again and yet, never once allowed her to climax. No reason she couldn’t wait a little longer. Besides, the skittles in her tight little holes needed more time to dissolve. “Kid, I almost feel sorry for you, even though you’ve done it to yourself.” “I’m not a ki-ow!” I smacked her twice for that outburst, leaving her bottom an even brighter pink. “Sorry Frank,” she finally. Besides, I feel a little uneasy right now.”Lara pouted.“Go ahead,” I said, “I’ll wait here for you.”“No, that’ll take too long.”“Tell you what. I’ll go look for my stomach, and then I’ll come back and meet you here. In like half an hour or so.”Lara considered and then stepped into the line. “All right, see you later. Don’t ditch me, okay?”I bought a Pepsi from a nearby food stand and found a seat at a picnic table. I sipped the drink slowly, trying to feel like I was on solid ground again. My. It certainly wasn’t a 24/7 lifestyle, but it was noteworthy that Dean typically took the submissive role, especially given how take charge he was. My own theory was that he liked the release from responsibility after running a busy bistro much of the time. Not every supervisor or management type was like that in their private lives, but it was enough to create a cliche of its own.Eva’s ink was actually a bar code tramp stamp, as if to mark her ass and everything above and below it as my private.