She wanted something hard inside her, something warm and hard, something with a body she could wrap her legs around. Debbie had that, why couldn't she...Ethan had it, too, just what she needed, hanging between his legs. If he was there, she'd ask him, no she would tell him she needed him to do it to her.She jumped up and ran out to the garage. If Ethan couldn't be there himself, she could use something else he might have. She opened each drawer of his tool chest. Maybe he had a hammer with a long. I explained to her that I was going to check on my San Diego office, as the books were looking kind of funny. She was very easy to talk to. Not to mention very easy on the eyes. The pilot announced that we were about an hour out of San Diego and Anna seemed to get a smile on her face. I asked her what was so funny and she looked me dead in the eye and said she wanted to join the Mile High Club and she wanted me to help her. I, needless to say was stunned. Here I am sitting next to a young. I must admit that I felt somewhat proud, that I had such a beautiful stranger hanging on my arm in a public place. Look, I ain't no god's gift to the females of this planet and I'm the first to admit it, mind you, I ain't no Quasimodo neither.Crossing the expanse to the lifts, I noted that she seemed to momentarily lose her balance, then, inexplicably, she all but collapsed against the lift wall as the doors closed."Are you alright?" I asked."A little too much Dutch courage I think. I should. None of us said, quite, that they had themselves to blame, but we almost said it But there I was. After a year of forgiving him and taking him back. With a shiner the size of a frying pan and nowhere to go. I, who had always seen me as a strong, confident woman. Well educated, smart. I was a teacher, never had a problem keeping order in class. Loving parents. Lots of friends. Happy enough with the way I look. I shouldn’t be here, like this. It’s wrong. Well, whining about it wouldn’t help, I.