” “Tell him he has 5 minutes to turn over his weapon and allow you to turn the plane . “ He said 'fuck you', give us a few minutes we are tryin... to talk hm down.” “ You have 5 minutes then we are ordered to open fire.” The messer pilot seemed almost apologetic. The one thing I was hoping for was that when the Spitfires showed up they didn't make a mistake. The Me 108 although somewhat different looked similar. A big difference was we were unarmed. Out of the clouds and streaking toward us. On the way back I thought about Iran’s troop movements and drills. It was the biggest yet, involving the most troops.Their people were in deep poverty and had been for a while after the decades of embargoes and sanctions. Gas and food were rationed as was electricity. We called them rolling blackouts. For the Iranians it had become a way of life - electricity for four hours a day - except for Teheran.Nuclear accidents had been costly; thousands of acres were off limits for decades because of. My body tensed, my feet tingling as her finger pushed inside me. My thigh muscles tried to press closed, to pull the intrusion deeper inside me, to hold her hand where my body wanted. Her arms were strong, she kept my legs from closing, her hand still exploring inside me. I began to shudder, a moan escaping from my mouth, as an orgasm pulsed through my body. An orgasm that I had fantasized about since I was a young girl, and orgasm that I had never had the chance to experience. An orgasm given. So far the doctor seemed nice enough but still she was so, so very nervous. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the glass.Michelle had told the Doctor several times how nervous she was about the prospect of getting an examination. Even as she finally made the decision to meet with him she wrote "After much thinking over the weekend, I want to make an appointment with you. The constant thought of you giving me an examination is more than I can handle and I realize that the nerves will be.