But I also felt no less love or devotion for Ryan. This is how I excused my actions, and the more often I repeated it, the more I came to believe it.W...en Ryan was on top of me that night, I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms and legs around him, smiling as his wonderful cock filled me. My body was sore and tired, but I needed this. I needed him to take me; to remind me of what I had here at home and why I loved him so very much. And therein laid my problem: I was also sharing my body with another. Miles didn’t realise, but he’d left the drawer open after he took out the fishfood. The glint of the grey metal caught my eye. I left it there. Forgot about it actually, until that guard waved his around. And no, I don’t still have it. It fell over the edge when I moved across the tunnel entrance to the ledge. I didn’t see where it landed.’ ‘Pity, we could do with a weapon. I left my gun by the tunnel entrance.’ We lay quietly for a moment. ‘I wonder how Martin is doing. Do you think he’s still. You've got the body for it."I was concerned that the skimpy swimsuit would expose seams around mybreasts and vagina. I did not want someone in the ladies department todiscover that I was a man. I trusted Jenny, however, and slipped intothe bikini. I looked to see if my femininity was compromised by anytelling lines. I couldn't see a thing. Jenny had done an exceptionaljob of feminizing me. I sighed appreciatively. My swimsuit fashion showwasn't likely to send women screaming for mall security.I. Get your lady seated and I'll get your luggage over here so we can begin our preflight inspection."I thought this was neat. I would get my in-flight training while handling some job functions. This would take care of exactly what I was worried about missing.The flight up to St. Louis was interesting, as we did land and takeoff at five small airports on the way. This plane was heavier, much heavier, than the 152 and John described my first landing as pretty heavy, as well. By the third time.