Trusting that the attention of the other members of the tour group was focussed elsewhere he let his hands wander up to my breasts. He ignored my stra...ning nipples He ignored my straining nipple, just liftedrs of the tour group was focussed elsewhere he let his hand wander up to my breast , just lifted the weight of my braless breasts in his hands and jiggled them teasingly. I was so desperate for him; I couldn’t believe he could be so casual. The more I pushed, the more involved I became, the. "Still not right. I'm going upstairs now," he threatened."Please no!" I called after him.I chased him to the stairs and tugged at his shirtsleeve. He keptwalking. I could stop him but the noise would wake Mom anyway."Mr. Owens..." I pleaded. He stopped at the top of the stairs and turnedto me."What's your name?" he coaxed, dragging out the the question in a sing-song tone.He wants me to say *that*. He wants me to tell him to call me "Katie."What a sick perverted fuck! I don't want to do it but. ”“I’d say that’s pretty dramatic. Guess you didn’t have time to stand around staring at the lights, huh?”“Nah, the sun was in my eyes. The only thing I saw was the ground approaching as my life flashed before my eyes. Luckily, it was an uneventful life, so it finished quickly.”“You’re cute, and tell a good story. It almost seems like I’m there in the cockpit with you. I take it you were in the Air Force? I doubt you’d have bailed with a plane full of passengers.”He gave the woman another. In an odd script, the strange old man had written: "Sorry, Al. But that would be cheating. You're going to have to find your own way through this story. Wouldn't want to give away the whole story like that."Great, I thought, tossing the script in the wastebasket. Can't catch a break anywhere. Before I could do anything else, he grabbed my arm and led me outside again.Outside, everything looked a bit different in daylight than it had when I arrived. For one thing, I noticed the club faced onto a.