'Fuck off!' Tori growled 'You're hardly ready for a home yet.' Alex was only thity but with the young twenty two year old Tori beside him with her pe...fect breasts hour glass hips and slender legs he felt slightly past the wild days of hitting town on Saturday nights and fucking around with women who had no cares other than the hangover they would have the next day. 'I'm just heading home now.' she said 'Want to keep me company?' Like any red blooded male Alex would have been mad to turn her. Now he was over land and screaming downward. His mouth was dry, and he tried unsuccessfully to swallow. Fear raised its ugly head, clutching at his throat and chest, and he could hear and feel his heart pounding rapidly against the walls of his chest. When he pulled his beloved Stuka out of its dive and leveled off near treetop altitude, he reflected that this was the first time he had faced fighter opposition. Just when he as able to slow his rapid breathing, he felt something akin to rocks. Everything was fine and there was no reason to delay the experiment any more.He licked his lips in nervousness, this was the part that he dreaded. He picked up the device and put it in the vise. He started screwing the top down using the torque wrench to monitor the torque on the bolt. The pressure inside the well climbed dramatically with each turn of the bolt. When the torque wretch read the desired value, he quickly removed the device from the vise using pliers to hold it. It was already. She didn’t get rose petals, but there was a bottle of red wine on the bedside table. Next to it was a tall…something…covered in a silk tablecloth, with Miles standing nearby. He pointed at it, smiling enthusiastically. ‘Happy anniversary, honey!’ he said. ‘Our anniversary isn’t until next week,’ she replied, raising an eyebrow. She wasn’t really mad, but she knew he always liked her eyebrow trick. ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said dismissively. ‘But I don’t want to be one of those guys who doesn’t.