I'm not. I'm not okay. Cause I'm not a dude. I'm a freaking girl!"There was a shocked silence for a moment, and then he said, "Yeah. I .. Ithink you a...e." It ... makes sense," Jill said.Anne sat on my bed, and hugged me. "It will be okay. I always wanted ababy sister."And so the longest, and strangest journey began for me.John was with me for some of it, but when the girl stuff got too intensefor him, he left it to my sister and Jill, who gently and lovingly helpedme gain more and more. When the river started to bend north-east towards a range of steep hills and small mountains, we picked the first track that we came across that headed directly north and followed that. The track was broad enough that we could drive down it single file. I led the way. The track meandered a bit but eventually, after another couple of miles or so we came out into a clearing and found ourselves at the bottom of a long narrow valley that ran from the north-west to the south-east. The valley was. S.S. United States to pick her up. It was obvious she was an important passenger. The pilot, Lt. Bobby Gates from Kerrville, Texas, was a "nugget" or Navy aviator on his first tour aboard an aircraft carrier. So was his co-pilot and flight school partner, Shelly Schlumburger, a sarcastic brunette from Amsterdam Avenue in Brooklyn. Both knew better than to pry into the affairs of the young, attractive female officer. All they knew was that she rated a special pick-up and a tanker rendezvous en. Amanda grunted her disapproval and reached for her wine to refresh her mouth. Actually his seed didn’t taste too bad, not bad at all actually. She decided not to tell him, and took a couple of sips of wine. She lay back on the bed a totally satisfied glow over her. She traced an imaginary pattern over his broad chest with her well manicured finger nail. He admired her body, complimented wonderfully by her Basque and stockings, he let his hand drift to her breasts. He gently caressed them.