Waxing can be pretty rough, so you should take this now andit'll kick in when I finish with your hair." Seemed logical enough. Iswallowed it down and ...hen she got to work. "Go easy on the winethough." She winked. I nodded.I sipped my wine and chatted with her as she fussed with my hair. Wemainly talked about mundane stuff like movies and tv shows, but sheasked me a lot of personal questions too. Whether I had a girlfriend(nope), whether I was a virgin (also no), whether I had ever dressed asa. What is it about me that screams slutty professor? Other than the facts that I'm slutty and a professor, obviously. You know what I mean, I'm sure.I miss you so much already, but I'm so busy that it's hard to have time to think about it. It wouldn't have taken me so long to sit down and write this if I weren't. Everything about this is hard. My job is hard, experiencing a new culture and not constantly putting my foot in my mouth is hard, and being this far from you is hard. Knowing we. ”“I’m thinking we do a half way trip one day, finish the next. Six hundred miles gives us an hour or so fuel reserve.”There are plenty of other things to talk about. I’m just a little bit giddy, though, grasping the stick of this bit of 1930’s technology, even though the panel now hosts electronics – navigation and communications radios, a transponder so we’d show up on radar in an official manner, back in the tail behind my seat is an emergency locator beacon in case I put us into the fields. She was beautiful and tender after that, and Mark knew her well enough to cuddle her small frame to his body in a tender way. I got pulled in close as well, and we went to sleep that way.An hour later I awoke as Izzy’s small naked body gently sighed with each breath almost imperceptibly beside us, Mark again made love to me. I never tired of his advances. I’d always told him any time, anywhere, any way for any reason. In that case, I knew it was the purest form of love there was.MarkThe next.