"Amy, listen to me. 10 minutes and we will be there. I'll call you as we pull in, so you will know that it is us. If you hear someone messing with the...door before you hear from me, assume the worst. Between the fridge and the wall are a couple of ball bats. Use them, DO NOT HESITATE! If it's him, he's not there to talk, got me?" Yes Sir!" I love you both, and I am coming as quick as possible." I hung up. There was no time to hear more of what I've already heard. That could wait until we were. During the week like this, they’re usually retirees who don’t have to be at work. Compared to the almost poetic ‘pocketa-pocketa’ from that old two-cylinder diesel below us, the high-speed grind of outboards is grating.We’re in a section of the river where one bank is a bluff about ten feet above the water. There are some pretty impressive homes there, most with little docks and boathouses. Somebody’s son is there in the river zooming around on a jet ski.He zoomed across our bow a little closer. The facility's altitude could be grossly controlled by balancing the number of suspension tanks against the mass of the station proper, and more finely by reeling the balloons in or out, since their buoyancy depended upon the atmospheric density outside them. More tanks and shorter string would give us a higher station; fewer tanks and a longer string would give us a lower station. This was going to be moving target for some time, as the station wasn't complete yet and would only get larger and. He would be tender, never unkind, but this was going to be about sex. In some ways not so different than their earlier encounters. Betty moved to cover herself, then let her arms drop. Mickey looked at her, so very different than Kat. Betty hesitated, then slid her undergarments down. Her breasts were now large, hanging from their weight, nipples facing forward. Her skin was still clear, soft, unblemished. The sign of a lady of leisure who didn't spend long days in the sun or long hours at hard.