That said, none of themwere eager to re-join me in my next dive off the far end back into theseas lapping around us in the hazy lagoon mooring we had ...ound late lastnight. I was still getting used to tranquility of the ocean, the lack ofprying from security cameras and computer checks. It had only been a fewweeks since I had walked out on my life, but here I was off the coastsailing round islands like there was no tomorrow, just the caught up joyof the moment.Hansen threw me a towel, and. Charlie and I always managed to be elsewhere when the girls wanted to dance.So ... when I led Grace out on the floor ... the misogynists laughed ... and trapped flies. It helped that she bounced out of her bodice a couple three times.“Grace,” I whispered in her shell like ear, “When did you get boobs?”“Two weeks ago, when you asked me,” she grinned. “Lansing has a great plastic surgeon.”“Never tell me your ass is plastic, too.” I said ... that would be a travesty.Grace kept. Today is Sunday and I sat upon my soft bare bottom on the raised cedar bench and waited for my son to arrive.Today was a little special - I wanted to try and give him a piece of the pleasure he would gave to me today. The only thing I wore was white lace thigh-high stockings - and anticipated his pleasure with quivering muscles. I would not wear the stockings beneath my skirt during the week, his father would not fail to notice my change from nylons, but here in this alter reality of ours, I. The contractor pointed at the area between the house and the creek, suggesting that we locate the facility there. Aside from the fact that most of the helicopters landed there already, he pointed out that I could eventually build a runway parallel to the creek if I decided that I needed one.He already had pictures of similar facilities, and I wished my pilots and mechanics were here to look at them. When he learned that they were all ex-military, he assured me that they would love the facility..