I loved the sky. I loved the feel of air beneath the wings. I loved to see the ground flash past beneath me. Yes, flash. I was capable of Mach 2 at al...itude, though I seldom pushed my Thunderchief that hard. Fuel consumption was an issue and I had to get both in and out of enemy territory in order to refuel over Laos.Beneath me, I had visual confirmation of the bridge that was my target for this run. Companion Phantoms had kept enemy MiGs on the run so I could stay on target with two other. It seemed like a lot of work to her personally. She went over and picked up the phone. ‘Hello, Lucy.’ came the voice of her oldest brother, Peter. The siblings didn’t talk to each other very much. When they were younger, they were a lot closer, doing many things together. Maybe it was just because they had grown up, maybe it was… that winter… ‘Why, hello, Peter. How are you? How are the children?’ ‘Why, I’m fine and they’re fine, thank you. How are you?’ ‘Good as ever, I suppose.’ ‘Listen, I. He was a stallion that night, or so he saw himself, a stallion riding a mare who fought his advances but only enough to ensure he forcefully overcame her protestations.“James, you murder me!” she’d cried as his closed fist struck her breast. Just you wait, he thought. Not tonight, not this time, but next time.“And you love it, Lucy, is it not so?”She shook her head, but he knew she meant “Yes.” He knew it. Why else would she remain at his mercy on the pallet, her thighs apart, her skirts above. "Let's sit down and you can tell us all about the show. Imagine, astanding ovation and an encore; that's a show people will remember for along time!" I told her that on the way," Jimmy said smugly. "And I was right, shewas sensational!"Mom and dad looked at each other and sort of smiled."You never told her anything! And he was sensational, not she!" Ipounded my fist on the table for emphasis but it came off more as alittle girl pouting."Calm down, Melanie," Jim said in a soft, soothing voice..