I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t cold. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mes... I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was. "God, look at that, they are all still looking at my necklace. It's hidden in my cleavage but they are still trying to see it." Um," said Cindy. Her mind was blank."Why do I need them to come here?" she thought. Suddenly Cindy remembered something. When she had been relieving the pilots of the air pressure on their privates, they had not once looked away from her. They had seemed fascinated as she performed the life-saving sucking action they had taught her. "Perhaps these guys will find it. I reached down to help her up, and as she got her feet under her and stood up, I got a perfect view up her skirt. She was still wearing the blue panties she'd put on last night under her white tights. I got an immediate hard-on, so as soon as she was standing I turned away to walk toward my office. I talked to her as I walked to make sure she was following me."Have you been waiting for me since five o'clock?" Yes sir. Since about five-fifteen." Why didn't you come knock at my office?" I was. ” I smiled, “No, I just needed some fresh air.” He said, “Me too”, and followed me inside. I turned around to see him staring at my ass. My sister was already in bed, exhausted from the car ride. My parents were going to bed which left me entertaining Leo. I wanted to retreat to bed as well, but Leo insisted on telling me stories and asking a lot of questions about the town in which I lived. We shared a lot of stories that night. Oddly he asked nothing about my sister.