.. I had no idea what I was getting into when I unlocked the doors. Right away I knew that entry precluded modesty. It’s a step. Standing on the tir... means a stretch. No celebrating my Scots Irish ancestry. I swung into the cabin. I was immediately bewildered.My introduction to my Cessna cockpit.Airspeed, Artificial Horizon, Clock, Altimeter, Direction Finder, Turn and Bank indicator, Direction Indicator. Vertical Speed. Radios, Engine Speed. Carb heat, Throttle, Fuel Mixture, Flaps.Directly in. I'm still getting used to things, I guess." That's OK. It's been, like, only half a day. Things will get better." She didn't sound convincing."I wonder if I could do anything about these nails. They're getting in the way all the time, too." Don't bother. Zendo likes them like that; he likes making things difficult for us. I tried cutting and filing mine, and they grow right back overnight. I broke one once; it grew back the same way."Anyway, we've got a rehearsal for the show at two. That's. As I leaned forward again, allowing her to slide my dress shirt down my arms, she again pushed me back down on the cushion of the sofa, only this time she kept moving with me and ended up straddling me. I was still wearing a t-shirt and my suit pants, socks, and shoes at this point, which made me wonder if she couldn’t hold out any longer and was giving in herself. As if she could read my mind, she whispered in my ear, ‘Just needed to feel you against me for a moment!’ Again, I had to talk. ******************* As she closed the front door behind her, she checked to see whether it had locked itself, it had. Satisfied, she made her way to the lifts and waited for a ‘ping’. Briskly walking through the lobby, she heard a ‘Good afternoon’ behind her. Not wanting to be impolite, Mia turned quickly and smiled as she half yelled it back. ******************** She jogged the few paces to where Reece was parked, before opening the car door and falling into the passenger seat. ‘That was 10,.