"Not sure if I was a hero or a son of a bitch," is what Jennifer's father had said to me when I had met him earlier in the day. He said he wasn't sure...which, but his "gut feelings" were to give me "thanks" for having "his little girl back". He had shaken my hand and I saw tears gleam in his eyes.It was six months now back in the States. I had resumed my career flying with Talbot Industries, although now days my work was stateside. Today I was in Washington and had spent the day in a closed. I planned to leave, but I stayed.I wanted to stay forever.I wished I could.I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.But I wouldn’t ask.No, never that. Not me.I’ve learned not to be greedy when good things happen to me now. It’s ... easier that way.It hurts less in the end.You left me.You went out with Will.I didn’t even notice, to be honest.I wasn’t upset when your mom told me, either.You saved my life.For a little while, anyway.I made dinner for your mom. It was a silly. "Maybe later," she smiled and patted his hip. "If we're going to be here for a while, I could order up some takeaway."He got to his feet with a grunt and glared at her evilly. She just grinned and handed him his rifle. "Can you handle the rest of the slope, or would you like me to get you another ladder?" Any other biker chick wouldn't give me this much lip." He muttered and continued to climb. Lara just laughed.Ten minutes later, they came to the top of the ridge and looked below them at what. I borrowed a pair of my wife’s sheer white stockings and one of her blouses since I had cum stains all over my new one. I didn’t have shoes but that was the least of my worries. I threw everything into the car and took a deep breath before I turned the key. Now I was nervous. As I approached his house I slowed down, allowing myself the time to decide whether I was going ahead with this business or not. Theory is all well and good…. Hell with that, I knew I wanted it more than anything just.