The conversation took an interesting turn.“Where did you get that?”“The Kiwi’s gave it to us. They found it on the bottom of Shoal Bay after a... enormous explosion during a kidnapping attempt.”“There’s no markings,” the captain commented... “Wait. Kidnapping attempt?”“Yeah, Surprise saved us. There wasn’t enough left of the kidnappers bodies to identify.”“Us? As in you and your sister?”“Yes.” I said. “New Zealand Coast Guard is reasonably certain that the plot was American CIA.”“What makes them. They needed a chief pilot, one FAA certified to do check-rides. A pilot with at least ten thousand in type, fifteen even better. Someone who wouldn’t mind flying the Indian Ocean, back and forth, over and over again. Someone who wouldn’t mind flying sheep, live sheep, from Perth, Western Australia, to Saudi Arabia. Several times a week. Really, if the recruiter hadn’t been talking so fast I’d have hung up before he mentioned salary, but he was and I didn’t. He mentioned a number and I kept my. And Rachel Simmons, Brian's girlfriend. And Valerie Tyler, Bill's girlfriend.22 people, and Lucy couldn't even cook on the night before. Obviously, she didn't want to cook, not with both Larry and Roger fucking her. But she ordered enough food, made the dessert in the morning, and they all had fun.And laughed.And enjoyed their time together.But, after lunch, when they were all too tired to move (let's say that Lucy ordered more than enough food for everybody), Roger called George to his. He was very good looking with these seductive black eyes that made love to me all by themselves. After awhile we started again, this time I wanted to impress him with some of my best sex maneuvers and I got on top and he seemed to really enjoy it immensely. We made love at least two more times before falling asleep. The next morning, actually almost noon, he took me to breakfast. I actually had planned to try and seduce a different guy every night while in Miami, but Esteban made me forget all.