.”“I can’t run it like anything else I’ve flown,” I said.“Yeah. Do that.”Right after breakfast we had everybody and everything on board....I’d met all the techs we were bringing for the job. After all, we all work together. They know I fly. I gave ‘em the pre-flight briefing. Advised them about buckling in, reminders about the headsets and intercom. Locations of barf bags. “You puke on my plane, you’re gonna meet a bucket and sponge.”Don’t misunderstand -- I LOVE flying, and there’s a lot of. I was more concerned about the pain when I moved around. I have to admit he did what he could to help by bringing the dishes to the sink but I still had to do the work; my servant's work.Ernie phoned to see how things were and to my disgust Eric invited him over. I was still at the sink when he arrived and I know I blushed when Ernie entered the kitchen. I tried unsuccessfully to cover my bum cheeks with my wet hands but Eric ordered me to remove them and Ernie congratulated him on a job well. We were getting antsy until I heard the knob to the back door turn. I held my finger across my lips for silence and pointed. We remained in position and waited some more. I heard the door open and then slowly close. Maria gave the person a moment and said quietly in Spanish, "Please put your hands in the air. You are covered. We don't want to shoot but will if we have to. Let's talk."The person raised their hands palms out. "You were fighting the guys in the fatigues, the black shirts. I am. Has anyone heard any of these tapes or know anything about them? The only other person who knew was her good friend Bonny. I explained the whole deal, how I had blackmailed her into fucking me with the tape. The one she had told Kim, she was fucking her uncle on. She was more pissed at Bonny for not telling her about my tape, then she was at me. Later that summer Bonny would be made to pay.True to form, Kim told me how it was going to be, her way or nothing. It boiled down to this. I had to.