. you look down and say "What!" ... ... so we talk for a while ... I tell you a few "naughty" things ... you, being your shy self ... and already at ...he library for some time, telll me you need to go home ... which, I already feel a little disappointed, thinking that you have to leave, {wishing I got there a bit earlier!} and sad that we couldn't get just a little more time together ... I can tell, you really don't want to leave either ... some thing is holding you there ... something! You. I didn't take her direction; I felt it a good idea to keep distance between us. Okay--the idea sucked, but she was a 'proud to be out' lesbian!"You took care of the assholes after I told you they caught me alone," Janet said, pointing at me and glaring. It wasn't an angry glare, more in the comically accusing family of glares."I wasn't asked about being your friend," I said. "You picked me, remember?" And if they worked me over, you could be dragged into it," Janet said with a nod. "They didn't. Though I had a number of girlfriends over the years, and had even been engaged to be married for a short time, I never did remarry. My son's welfare was first and foremost above all things, and I wanted to ensure that David's needs were taken care of before my own. We had a great relationship and though father and son, we were more like the best of friends and openly discussed and shared everything with one another, no matter the subject matter.My own father had passed away some years back and. ” he said, reading, then “Oh! Lost an engine! And you were PIC (Pilot in command).”“Yessir,” I said. “My friend Jason, one of our engineers, was in the right seat. He’s a private, single engine. He helped, and we took care of business.”“What happened?”“Lost a turbocharger boost controller while we were climbing out. Power dropped. I shut it down and returned to the field. Not a scratch.”“Very good, Cindy. Very good. Lots of people get the rating but never have to use it for real.”“That’s what.