He?s the kind of guy quiet little men like me fall for big. In fact, he is catnip to all kinds of men, and women, too, my Master. How many times have ... felt like throwing my arms around him while he flirts with some cocktail waitress, although I dare not.I, on the other hand, am a very straight-looking ? indeed, straitlaced, or at least I once was ? short, middle-aged Anglo professional, a banker who wears expensive suits to work and stops by the shoeshine man at Union Station every morning.. It was obvious she thought I was asleep, but it also crossed my mind that she liked the idea of getting off with me watching. The next 10 minutes were amazing. As we continued our descent the turbulence picked up, and was a steady “bump bump bump bump.” Think the same speed as when you’d be shaking a leg while sitting down.I quickly looked up so I could take a look at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly open. I could see her neck, and could tell she was breathing heavily.. We started with the bare ass shots. "My God Bethie, you take my breath!" I should have taken my top off." I love this, baby. I do."We sized the locket shots for printing and cutting. She liked the second of the two. "So romantic, don't you think, Dad?" "I love your profile. I can see your lashes. So pretty."Next was our kiss. The first viewing of that photo actually startled me. It was very dramatic to my eyes then, less so now, my salt and pepper head kissing her youthful face. "Send me that. In his best steady voice, Bobby called out “Come out, we know you’re in there and if you don’t come out we will be calling the police!” Suddenly a young person, maybe fifteen or sixteen stood up and both Angie and Bobby were shocked when the person spoke. For that person was a girl although from the outward appearance she looked more like a young man. Now in a more soothing tone Angie said “What on earth are you doing in the bushes?”The young lady said “I wasn’t doing anything except watching!”.