She was very outgoing and kept finding little ways to touch me. She said she changed into comfy clothes and put on her glasses for the flight and was ...earing yoga pants with a tight, revealing t-shirt. She kept leaning over me and pushing her tits into me. I started wondering if she was just friendly or was blatantly giving me an invitation. Then she made a couple of comments how quiet the flight was and how we were hidden away in the back corner of the plane. I began to flirt back and started. “You gotta watch out for her when she’s horny”, he blurted. He too had had his fill of beer when he made that totally RUDE remark about her. I knew that in a couple of hours, by 3pm they’d both be passed out and Steve and I could raid the refrigerator and drink as much beer as we wanted without them ever knowing. They’d simply wake up around 6 and wonder how they drank so much beer that morning…LOL!Helen was a nurse, married to Rodger for more years than she could remember (probably not more. The so-called shaman, Michael ‘Mike’ Peterson, closely associated with the younger buckskin-clad boy sitting to Peterson’s right. A boy! Adams viewed with him disdain. Not even of age! Eighteen? Too young to drink, to borrow money, to contract for property. A damned kid!His nemesis!Who were these meddling fools? Where did they get their control, the power, the balls to tear his life apart, to bring teetering to the abyss of catastrophe himself, Jason Embridge, Augustus Atwood--the entire. Something had to happen to get their lives back on the same track. He determined to make the time for them, this weekend. John thanked his old friend. They argued good naturedly over the check finally John won out and paid it. Wendell was about to leave when he sat back down and motioned John to do so as well. Wendell pulled a small velvet bag out of his pocket. It was the sort of bag one might get at a jewelry store. Wendell placed the bag on the table in front of John. He told John he wanted.