I hugged Marion and Virginia on the way to the cockpit where Lisa was firing up the aircraft or spooling up the engines is the proper terminology.We w...re nearing our altitude a few minutes later, experiencing one hell of a tailwind. Lisa said, "We're going to go right through a front, so it might get a little bumpy. You need to tell them to keep their seatbelts on."The trip would normally be around four hours, but with the strong tailwind we could possibly make it in about three to three and a. She then stoodback and said with that prideful look "Please come in, this is my Dad,Eric," then her face dropped. "Oh, I'm sorry Dad, I should have asked ifyou have changed your name, you are Dad to me. I'm so embarrassed!" No need to be. My name is still Eric, but I also go by Erica." I turnedto our guests. "Please call me Eric or Erica, whatever you are mostcomfortable with." I can only see a beautiful woman," said Andrea's mother, "it's going tobe easier to call you Erica!" Erica, it is. They ordered drinks and chatted, warmed by each other’s presence, warmed by the fire of the stove. This was their spot—hidden, away, quiet, a place where they could just be two ordinary people enjoying each other’s company, a place where they could simply be alone.Animated conversation ensued. Laughter punctuated engaging stories. She wore a form-fitting simple black dress that accentuated every graceful movement of her gloriously fit body. A silver necklace pressed against her breasts and. Her hips were not very wide but her butt was quite shapely and her spine wonderfully curved and deeply trenched. I was sure I could bounce her on that fine ass and longed to feel it pressed against my belly.At that point the best price yet for a Wessex slave was $2,100 for a farrier-blacksmith who was barely thirty, a skilled workman. The bidding on Melissa quickly passed $2,500. I waited. Because the estate owed me, I could bid recklessly.When I said, rather loudly, "Three thousand," Melissa.