”“We’re still connected with Google, right?”“I understand that. Kind of idling right now, though,” I said.“Munchkins research things, ri...ht?”“Right.”“FAA is really picky about experimentation on certificated aircraft, you know.”“That’s why much of aviation’s stuck in the 1940s, but yes.”“And I LOVED the glass panel on the Citation.”“We can’t afford one.”“I don’t want a Citation, baby. I’m not John Stinkin’ Travolta, with my own private 707. But, they’re looking at an implementation of a. Nick spent the rest of the evening unpacking his purchases, finishingthe bottle of wine as he did, he was tempted to try much of it on again,but resisted the temptation, making do with holding his LBD, skirts andblouses to his body and admiring himself in the mirror, finally hangingthem in the wardrobe and carefully folding those items which he wouldkeep in drawers.He got ready for bed, popping his estrogen, as had become routine, heslept till 12 the next day, waking with a start, he slowly. He insisted on playing with the older boys every chance he got and constantly came home with scraped knees and elbows as well as torn clothes and an occasional shiner from their rough and tumble games of make-believe train robberies or Indians raids on the brave, but usually outnumbered, cavalrymen. It was a good thing he went barefoot most of the time, for he was constantly outgrowing his shoes or cutting them to shreds. He had learned to tie his laces, after a fashion, although they seldom. "Yeah, baby I'm done," I said, dabbing my cock-head at the goo on her face. After cleaning and straightening ourselves up, we went back to the living room where I was surprised to learn only 30 minutes had elapsed. Lanisha teasingly asked if we'd enjoyed ourselves. "Well, I know I did!" I chortled, playfully hugging Veronica to myself. Before Anita arrived (nearly 45 minutes later) I spent the time between Lanisha and Veronica on the couch, arms around their shoulders, squeezing their ripe.