"He's okay," Jim said, straightening up.Art mumbled something Kathy couldn't decipher, and then lifted his head, threw his shoulders back and gathered...all his strength, all his energy as he confronted the young hoodlum. "You'll be sorry for this, you little punk." Then watch to see what happens to your hot-cunted little wife next," threatened the blonde boy villanously."You wouldn't dare do anything to harm her... I'll... I'll put you all behind bars, you dirty punks!" Oh, so that's how you. I reduced the throttle way back and let the plane drop, dropped the flaps to 40% and pulled back on the yoke to rub off a little more speed. I lowered the nose again as we passed over the last of the tall trees. The glide path was pretty darn good; we passed over the shoreline at about twenty feet and we were settling fast. I flared, lifting the nose one last time, just enough to raise the front edges of the floats, and chopped the throttle.We kissed the water almost gently, then with greater. Lillian now tipsy from her drinks shifted and swayed in her seat to the beat ofthe music. Every so often I would catch a glimpse of Lillian's large braless breast. Trying to keep from having the thoughts that were racingthrough my head, I stood and grabbed Lillian's hand leading her to the dance floor. Lillian loves to dance with me; my dancing is what attractedher step mother to me. The band was playing some Bossa Nova, Girl from Ipanema, Lillian's favorite. The way she swings her hip. Along about 3:30 AM the drizzle had thoroughly dampened the roadway. Not a car had moved in hours, not one coming, not one going, not even one passing by. Those parked on the street, where a fellow stake out was likely to be, gave no hint of life. Of course, it was all circumstantial. A dedicated man would never let his presence be determined by so casual an observation, so our effort was hardly conclusive. On the other hand, had one of the cars on the street come to life and driven off in the.