They would refuel and takeoff for Dawson in the Yukon Province. After refueling at Dawson they would travel west to Valdez for refueling and then a qu...ck hop to Anchorage. The plane could have made one less stop but Ron and Cal were both cautious pilots when they were responsible for other lives. Ron liked to have adequate fuel to take care of any changes due to weather or other problems. He was sure that Brenda would bitch every time they had to land.The engine had been running at idle while. We, the girls include, were watching out of the bars of our windows, as a woman walking down the street was taken aside by a man. He pushed her against a wall pulled her skirt up, apparently she didn’t have any underwear on, and fucked her right there in the open. We were shocked to say the least. Apparently any man could fuck any woman anywhere they wanted to.When our jailers came back in, we asked them what was going on. They said very little but took us into a kind of court. The girls were. "Sadly he shook his head, a stray brown curl escaping his toboggan hat, "Not this year, the kids are all grown, the spirit has left this body, you know I used to love Christmas," a huge sigh escaped his dry, chapped lips again, "with everything that has happened I lost it, now I feel that the world would be better if I just faded away, one less mistake it has to correct."Though not a violent man this one time I actually wanted to slap the man and wake him up to all the good he'd done but. " Although Susan and I are not romantically involved we are the very best of friends. We kid each other about our shortcomings but no offense is ever taken. I take a lot of ribbing from Susan about my long hair and effeminate frame. Her pet name for me is "Short Stuff" as I am a good inch shorter than her. My pet name for her is "Lard Ass" because over the three years I have known her, her bottom has expanded as it normally does for a twenty-nine year old female. "Too much good living, Lard.