Glastonbury." Don't be so glib, Miss Kennedy," he cautioned. "There is more. A friend, another special young woman, has offered to help us this evenin.... If you say anything, if you make any noise, if you do anything you have been told not to do, you could get her killed. Dead. Or worse." There's something worse than being dead?" Kennedy asked."You have no idea how much I wish you had appended 'sir' to what you just said," he told her. "If you have trouble with the simplest of orders, it reduces. You constantly torment that kid. Next time you fuck with somebody, you better make sure they arent a member of the YBWL. He concluded this sentence by smugly sipping on his drink and looking towards Chris. Alex is a straight-edge loser. You got nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to be seeing pictures of you covered in jizz next Monday like Ol Josh here. But Alex would turn out to be a bit of a challenge, as anticipated by Chris. For one thing he was almost a good foot taller than five. It would give me some time to finish wrapping the last few Christmas gifts over at the office.The flight had gone as we thought it would and the C130 should be back the day after Christmas without problems. Two of the six choppers would be in place and mechanics would have the two brought back to evaluate. Then there was the problem of getting the Blackhawk to South America next week in between the scheduled agency flights.Supper was a joyous occasion; Jake and Mindy bought the house at the end. Ivan gasped something in Russian."Grumpy," I snapped, "you close?" Oh yeah, Papa!" He groaned."Make it happen."He picked up his pace banging Hunk and they both began gasping with every down stroke. It was maybe two minutes before Grumpy began crying out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"To my surprise, Hunk answered him, "Me too! Oh! Fuck!"Ivan yelled some more Russian.It was beautiful and touching and erotic as all fuck.I let them all have a minute to catch their breaths. Then I pulled out a few.