” She smiled at me and went back to the cockpit. Whether Simon said or not, I decided to take her advice.I don’t know how long we were in the air,...or how long I napped. The seats in Simon’s plane made up into full beds, and somewhere along the line Angel had come back and made one up for me. I was so exhausted that I didn’t wake up again until Angel came in and shook me awake. There had been rough weather during the night, but frankly it just served to put me further under.I sat up, strapped. Yes, there is that deep-seated anti-homosexual sentiment amongst many Russians, but I’ll point out that Jesus ate with publicans and sinners. I have talked with Father Nicholas about it, and he provided counsel. The key is, demonstrating love for them without appearing to condone their behavior. Personally, I’d say the fact that they come to church, are respectful, and listen to what is taught is a big win, no matter what happens. In the end, they’re God’s children as much as I am, and I. .." "I see that somebody's already been practicing," he scolded, exploring my swollen clitoris and drenched pussy with his expert fingers. "I'll have to teach you a lesson for that." He reached back for a moment and produced a thick handled paint brush from the supply shelves behind us, gently waved it in front of my eyes. "What? I mean..." One thick finger forced it's way in to my mouth and rested on my tongue. I involuntarily suckled it. "There's a good girl," The bristled end stroked back. As she looked behind her she saw a dark figure loom up behind her. Her mouth opened to scream in shock but a large hand clamped over her mouth, another pair of strong arms wrapped round her from behind lifting her off the ground. Her legs kicked out and connected with the shape in front of her and a grunt of pain rewarded her efforts. The hand slipped from her mouth and she let out a shout. It died in her throat though as something heavy connected with the back of her head. The world spun.