. As dinner was getting set out, I got razzed a bit for sleeping in, but chalked it up to being so comfortable at home compared to college, and gettin... up for classes (although my earliest class wasn't before 10!!!) As we sat down for the meal,it seemed like it was my step-mom, Stacy's turn to pick on me...Telling everyone that "Jamie got in a little late last night, and seemed a little tipsy, so I had to help him in bed..." Holy shit, really!?!? I don't remember any of that!!! I laughed it. “You ready to go again?” she asked.“No,” said Mike. “My balls are aching. I'm gonna take a shower.”“Do you mind fetching Mom's vibrator up. Me and your sister are gonna have some fun.”Mike did as he was told, fetching her love toy from the living and tossing over to them as he went off to take his shower. Susan and Zoe looked at each other.“We should get Dad involved,” said Zoe.My little girl, Susan thought. Ever the slut.“Why?” she asked.“He's gonna find out sooner or later. Might as well be. Melodia had been the last with a steady ‘other,’ that relationship ending only four weeks earlier. The woman was short, blonde like me, and rounder than my frame, but I knew she was pretty even without the makeup. She wrote columns for a music magazine and website, and it often had her going out of town regularly. The stories that came back from those times away were often funny or downright filthy.With us was our wild child, Gretchen. She hated her name. I wondered regularly if she pushed. Wes screamed at me, “MY AIRPLANE.”Wes nosed the plane over into what seemed like a near vertical dive and steep turn in the opposite direction I’d been going. I thought we were cooked. He screamed directions at me. “Dial in 7700 on the transponder, NOW.”I fumbled with the radar transponder and got the emergency code entered in just as Wes pulled the plane level at about fifty feet above the treetops. Our airspeed was in the yellow arc. I wondered whether the wings would rip off of the plane.Wes.