" I'll be there."I hung up the phone, looked over at Dan 1.0. "That's a client who's impressed with Jason and Susan." Poor Jason," he said. "Top-notch...tech. Goes on a job, and they remember his wife." And he does all the heavy lifting." In more than a strictly technical sense, I'm sure," Dan retorted."I dunno. You seen Susan in the lab? She doesn't come off as the squealy delicate type." I watched them at work. I know."Do we even HAVE any squealy delicate types?" he asked.We both know the. " Lately, I've caught him staring at me, in an unpleasant way.But from then on, on long flights, both Julie and Doris liked to get me to tell war stories. I don't like doing that, but they both would get that misty look in their eyes, and I'm human, after all. They would make me tell about the helicopter exercise almost every time. And the one about landing the jet on a highway in Kuwait, blowing up five tanks with air to air rockets. You aren't supposed to do that, but since it worked, I got a. When I happened to be on a chair or in any sitting position, she would often sack over me with her heavy breasts resting on my shoulders, the side of my face pressed against them. If she had been sitting on the chair, I used to lean over her shoulders and girdled her neck, my fingers playing on the white smooth skin of her neck and chest as close to her cleavage as they could dare. And of course, her round fleshy thighs were my routine pillows when we talked Our relationship also progressed. Brooke said that she would see that we were. Brooke was looking really hot that night, at least to us. She was wearing short cutoff jeans shorts and a bright yellow tube top. It looked like her tits had grown even from the last time we saw her. We watched as they bounced a little as she walked. We settled in to watch some TV but spent more time smiling at each other than watching the tube. At nine, when that show ended, we went to our room to talk about our plan.We walked back into the.