“Squirt, you’re four years younger than I am. I’m sorry, but this is something we’re just going to have to deal with. I know it’s tough.”�...�Yeah, but you’re running away for a year to a place she can’t control you. Then you have one year and can go off to college.”“True. And once I do that, I’m moving out and not coming back to live with them.”“I’ll miss you, you know?”“Squirt, I’ll see you as often as I can, don’t worry about that.”“Next year is going to be difficult not seeing you every day.”“I. The cadence of your breathing urged mine to match your beat. Without planning, I reached up and hooked my index fingers into your waistband while watching your face. ‘I need to feel your skin,’ I murmured as my fingers fumbled to loosen your shirt where it was tucked into your pants. I tugged gently, then with more force when your shirt wouldn’t budge. ‘Did you vacuum seal this thing in here before you left?’ I said giggling, feeling the anxiety leave my body. I smiled a knowing grin while. I called McJames to ask if what I wanted was even possible to do."Sure put it all together on paper then call me," he replied.I dug in my desk for a world map then drove to Morton Field. When I walked past the offices, I saw Lorrie, Marcy and Jenny were in one of the large office areas with people I did not know. I assumed they were the owners of one of the Bell 407's. It looked like they were signing papers, finalizing the purchase.I walked on through and into the hanger where the choppers. " Oh, you don't think I looked spectacular then?" I giggled. "Sopping wet? Covered in mud?" Well, now that you mention it, you WERE kind of attractive, but in a different sort of way ..."This was already getting more serious than I ever expected, even though I was sure Mark was only trying to be amusing. Just then another waiter appeared and asked if we needed help with the menu. Mark told him we hadn't even looked at it yet. Then the waiter told us about the chef's specials and said he'd be.