“A Bahamian customs officer will be at the airport. You have to stay on the plane until he clears you.”Okay, that made sense. But later? “What h...ppens when we fly home? Are there customs officers in Utica?” That just didn’t sound right. There couldn’t be customs people at every Podunk airport in America.He shook his head. “No. For one thing, we’ll need to tank up on the way back. We can’t make it there in one hop. So, we’ll fly to someplace in between with customs officers, and then go through. The first time I spent the night with George I got up to get some water. Maggie was in the kitchen. She turned as walked in, her robe was open enough for me to see that wonderful red snatch and her nice boobs. Every time I spent the night with George, I would get a good look at Maggies goods, I think she was doing it on purpose. She was doing it on purpose as she told me. One day I went over to get George, but he had gone somewhere with his dad. Maggie was there in a bikini and asked me in. My. And then I slide a finger deep into you. You gasp. I have large hands and very long fingers. I slide one into you, touch you, feel the places where I give you pleasure, find the rythm of deepest part of you, learn by touch how to bring your moans. Above me I hear your voice, what you call me, what you beg me for. I push into you and curl my finger up to lightly touch your g spot, rough against the undulating smoothness within. I feel deep inside you, exploring. and suddenly you’re throbbing in. Tuesday was always a tough day around the Record-Herald; it was paper day, and this was a big paper for this time of the year. The problem was that there wasn't a lot of news for the front page. Mike had banked on the County Commission meeting filling out a big chunk of it, but thanks to vacations and hospital stays, the commission had come up one short of a quorum. This was an off week for the city council, too, so that knocked out the possibility of another regular headline. The school board.