I told her about what Efan had beendoing and I also let slip my thoughts about Efan screwing her. Shelooked mysteriously at me and gave my five inches...a quick rub andsmiled. From that moment on, Christi wore sexier clothes around Efanand he always seemed to have a bulge in his trousers. My brain wasthinking of ways of getting them together so that I could watch. Onenight we came home from the cinema early and walked in on Efan whowas looking at my private collection of photos of Christi.. I had no idea what had happened. I don’tknow too much about cars, but I knew this wasn’t good. I founda piece of cloth in the trunk to hang on my antenna hopinga highway patrolman would see it and stop to assist me. Ithought I should be safe enough with a patrolman and he mayeven have a jacket or something I could put on. I waited for what seemed like hours, but was only about 15or 20 minutes. A truck drove past and was going so fast, Ididn’t think the driver saw my flag so I just sat there. I smiled. "See?" I looked. It was just games. I looked at him. Helooked hurt."Are you happy now?" he mumbled.I put my arm around him. "I'm sorry, Noah. You started." I held out myphone. "You wanna see what I was looking at? For real?"He looked down at his phone. "No." You can, if you want. It's OK." I didn't know why I felt bad for him.He started.He took my phone without looking at me. Then, he looked at me andsmirked. "Instagram? You didn't want me to see your Instagram?" Out ofthe corner of. "Better get in, sir," she said cheerfully. "We have to get this bird up in the air if we're going to get back in time for the exercise." Right," I mumbled and climbed in and sat where she pointed me. Making sure I was securely strapped in she commented, "Can't have the luggage banging about the cabin now can we?" She strapped herself in, put the control headgear on and started talking quietly to someone, probably the control tower. Seconds later we were moving smoothly down the runway and.