It was Sunday though- how crazy could it get? That's when I saw her. Her long blonde hair was gently curled instead of in a messy braid on her shoulde... and she had on a tight black dress. She was hammered. Not what I expected. But there was more, she'd been crying. Her blue eyes were green and her water proof makeup wasn't hiding anything. I should go say something... but what? I couldn't think of anything so I just watched her at the bar by herself. Guys came up to offer her drinks and she. We saw nothing unusual and mid-afternoon we flew back to Whiting where we landed safely. We taxied back to the flight line to find Carrie and Kari waiting for us on the ramp. We chocked the tires and walked back to the MCP and marked the search map. Kari handed me a chilled bottle of Gatorade and we spent a few moments relaxing while we debriefed.Kari surprised me afterwards with a copy of the aviator's training syllabus. This syllabus represented a stack of books about a foot thick. She asked. We sit down and the waiter comes and gives us both menus. He asks me what is good and I said depends on what you like. We both go over the menu and he orders a hamburger with fries and I order a gyro. We sit there talking and he grabs my hand and he is holding it. I now feel this foot starting to rub up the side of my leg. It does surprise me since we just met really. But you know I really like what he is doing. He looks at me and I can't take my eyes off of him.Dinner comes and he is looking. Looking out, Rhonda saw a number of horses feeding in a paddock. “Shit” she squeals “I have told you I am not fucking with a horse. Now turn around and go home”. But Victor just smiles. “Calm down sweetheart” he said “you will not be fucking a horse”.They stopped by the farm house and a guy walked out. “Hello Victor. Found us without much trouble?” “No worries Frank” Victor called back “This is my wife Rhonda and her friend Ann”. Pleasantries exchanges they head into the farm house. “This is my.