Lisa just turned 18, and will be a senior in high school next year and this is important for our story, she is on the gymnastics team. She is capta...n of the team this year and was a big part of why they went to nationals last year. She is good, and takes it very serious. My dad built her a workout practice room in the bonus room over the garage. It has weights, floor level balance beam, parallel bars, mirrors, and mats over most of the floor, it has the works, and she will spend hours in. Piloting experimental craft is usually for the young and foolish or the old and jaded. I was old enough to know better, and not old enough to no longer value my future as much; but my unique circumstances of not fearing death came from security about staying alive. I had good luck and a powerful blessing, so I risked it.Do you remember Donald’s inventor cousin, Gyro Gearloose? Auto-gyros always remind me of Gyro Gearloose and his wacky flying egg-beater. Well, didn’t Cousteau’s ship have. "Good little girl, very good girl. Master is proud of you." I purreddown at her. Her eyes looked up at me and she puffed thru her nose.I pulled my now clean cock away from her mouth and leaned down to lick thesweat from her breasts. She moaned softly."I have a present for my good little girl today." I smiled and pulledthe comforter from under her and laid it over her body. "don't move."She sighed and nodded, closing her eyes as I left the room. I returnedwith a set of wrist and ankle. She seemed to be grinning, like letting everyone know she was ready to put up a fight right then and there.That didn't resonate all too well with me, especially seeing that Novorski had turned into a demonic creature weighing probably half a ton, and the ability to kill a man with a mere slap in the back. Not to mention its breath, which was in urgent need of some mentos (or any other fresh-maker, take your pick, I'm not splitting hairs).I wanted to help, sure, but I wasn't pretty sure about.