“Flight school had Seminoles. My husband and I went there to get our multi-engine ratings, then came back and got...”“I see it. Cessna 402C. Tha...’s a lot of plane for you, ain’t it?”“It’s BIG,” I grinned. “But the controls aren’t bad.”“Hours...” he said, reading, then “Oh! Lost an engine! And you were PIC (Pilot in command).”“Yessir,” I said. “My friend Jason, one of our engineers, was in the right seat. He’s a private, single engine. He helped, and we took care of business.”“What. She thinks that it is perverted. We don’t see eye to eye on all things,’ I said. Not wanting to dissect my relationship with Sharon, I asked ‘Do you like oral?’, looking directly in her eyes. ’69 is my favorite position,’ she said tilting her head down not smiling. ‘What about you? Do you like giving head?’ My mouth went dry and a shiver went down my back. ‘Yes. I like giving head very much. But I also like receiving even better.’ ‘Well who doesn’t?’ she chuckled. ‘I like a man who isn’t afraid. Frank and Grace Maloue were caught in London when the Hitler war machine invaded France defeating it in a matter of hours on the battlefield. They managed to get a flight to Spain, took a train to Lisbon, and home on a Portuguese ship bound for Cuba. Once there they flew from Havana to New York City where a large contingent of socialites greated them with a lavish welcome home dinner in the Astor Long Island Mansion."Home again, darling," Grace said, looking in the mirror taking off her. Back in that dark evening our conversations turned to my mates dream..."always fancied being in the bog...with people shitting on me - but I can't escape ! " ..."Know I'd regret it with the first dump !" I thought..."let me see if an old mate was still around , especially if he was at his old house . dug out his address , just went round & knocked on his door . The house looked dreary , & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy darkness drew me in . Cracked a beer ,.