This is an extended, updatedversion) JosephKempton was tired. His eyelids were heavy, and they droop constantly. He had afew close calls driving this ...onely and desolate road. Yet, he drove it daily.Joe had lived closer to the city before but has since moved further away. Thebusiness at his three man repair shop was slow, listless, and most likelyunprofitable. He should pay more attention to it especially since he had spentthirty of his forty eight years slaving away to open it. Theheadlights. Initiate your new heading. Sundown is coming."Rika banked the sailplane again. She worked the thermals while she could, gaining as much altitude as practical before turning her nose towards the sea to the south. There would be no rising thermals to use once she was over the water. It would be a long, slow glide into the cold, wet sea. Well, it would be if Sundown didn't rendezvous with her as planned.Once her onboard guidance system told her she was above deep water, she flipped a switch and. Jerry actually gave us orders. He was the skipper; he was in charge and he acted like it. This was his element.We left the marina under motor power and when we were clear of the moorings he slowed the engine right down and made me hold the tiller (I quickly learned some of the terms) and told me to keep the boat heading for a buoy some distance away. I almost panicked. He left me to steer the boat while the others helped hoist the sails. There was no need to worry and soon he sat opposite me. Shamelessly, I must confess that once we spoke, I could clearly discern that he had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. He was a small guy, no more than five-foot-six-inches tall and I have to admit that I really wasn’t initially overexcited about a possible encounter with him.As he finally sat next to me, nonetheless, I found him quite charming in a pitiable way and as we communicated, a ‘butch’ spark ignited within me because it was abundantly clear that he was a bottom. Having not.