"I'm pretty busy, Misty, I'm trying to get started again, and-" I began."Please, Christine, please." Simply that, no explanation of what she wanted. I...sighed."Okay, if you must. I'm at-" I began again."I know," Misty said. What could this 18 year old budding superstar model want with me, an aging female bush pilot? Yes, we had a tragedy in common, but it needed to be put behind us, I thought.Three days later, I heard a quiet knocking on my apartment door. I opened it to see Misty standing. "Well, you've got me." And she rested her head on my shoulder and we stood there for a long moment, feeling only the dual rise and fall of our synchronized breathing."Do you have any idea," I said, "how scared I was of how you'd react after you'd heard about Arie and I? Today, I mean. After I'd let you rescue me from impotence in the face of psychology experiments. I would've given anything to get you to put your hand down, because... I mean, what if you'd heard what Arie had to say and then. She just casually said, "Hi darling, you're home early"and carried on soaking up the attention. As the men started to make gestures to leave for the day, I wandered back to the house to start cooking some supper, but I couldn't help over-hearing one of them say to Sue, "Well 'Sexy', we'll see you tomorrow then." To which she responded with, "You'll probably see a LOT MORE of me tomorrow, as I'm going to have a chill-out day and catch some rays." I could see their faces light up as they glanced. We reached the pub and got boozed up pretty quickly. I asked her to dance with me to which she said yes. Her hands were crossed behind my neck, her waist in my arms and our bodies close enough for me to feel her breath on my neck. She leaned in looking me in my eyes and without thinking twice, I planted a kiss on her lips. She responded back, but soon we came back into our senses and withdrew. She wanted to sit down but this time not opposite to each other, on the same side of the booth. We.