In our family turning thirteen was a big deal. It ranked right up there with first periods, being able to vote, and being able to drink…legally.We h...d celebrated Catalina’s first period when she was about ten and a half. That was when Mom put her on birth control pills, the same kind that Mom takes herself. Then we celebrated me turning into a teenager.Then Catalina turned thirteen. Dad asked her where she wanted to eat dinner. Mom asked her what she wanted but she was too shy to say it out. Hell, he told me everything.”I bailed out of the new Stryker as the CIA agents and mercs showed up. The main agent made a new offer, “How about if I double what we offered before?”I pointed to the mercs and swore, “And have to work with these fuckers? Not no, but hell no!”He continued, “Well if you ever reconsider let me know, here’s my card.”As I left the Stryker, and it began to pull away, I tossed the card in the dirt.Now with all that over I still had to deal with the fucking sex crazed. It was late by the time we got together and although I'd been out all evening, I had just enough time to dress in my chaps and lay out the contents of my naughty bag on top of the black latex sheet - masks, speculums, restraints, lubes, ropes, clamps and all the other things I thought we might bring in to play. When she finally made it through the door, we kissed deeply for a while, but although I could feel myself getting aroused, I pulled back and led her upstairs for a glass of champagne. I. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening as I continued to wait in the Charlotte Regional Airport, gate C5, for our flight back to Chicago. We had just finished up with an all-inclusive sales meeting and the energy level was rather low. And to make things a little more disappointing, the gate personnel had just announced that our flight was delayed due to weather in the surrounding area. Perfect. But I didn't mind, there was no hurry to get back home and the people watching was actually.