. lessons ... for three ... aircraft ... fuel ... insurance ... two minor mishaps (Anything you walk away from is minor. Ambulance is major. ER is ser...ous.) ... annual inspections ... thousand hour majors ... I would have swum.Flying to Tokashiki we splashed down outside the mole, motored in and beached at the fishing or small boat ramp on the north side of the basin. Flying there was a good idea ... I was in time to be advised that I had ruined BOTH Cummins diesels and they needed. I moved my hands behind her head and wound my fingers through her hair, I loved the way her wrists were pulled up and clipped off to her neck collar, she could do nothing to fight me with her arms pulled up awkwardly like that, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t, she was my slave and she knew it. Her ass wiggled uncomfortably as she sucked on my cock. My slave, she’d squealed like a little animal when I’d laid her on her belly and lubed up the butt plug that morning. The plug,. “Lottery ticket.” I had to give that a good long think. “This ticket belongs to the guy who owns this shirt.”“Maybe so. But I’m an honest idiot.”A ballpoint materialized in front of my nose. Of its own accord my hand rose up took the pen and signed the damn thing ... and I couldn’t stop it.“But...”So I took it to the local supermarket ... yeah ... they sell Monster Million tickets.“Congratulations. Four balls.”“I won?”“Yeah ... Five hundred dollars. Hold on ... I’ll get your money.”“I don’t. He is very much a man."I didn't exactly mean for Caroline to put out that much information. I couldn't help blushing at her characterization of me. It sure shocked the bejesus out of Amanda. She drew back with an 'oh wow'. Caroline resumed eating but gave me a sly wink. We chitchatted for a few more minutes and cleared off our table at the first bell. Caroline headed off in the opposite direction and Amanda walked with me. Again, because of the alphabetical closeness of our last names, our.