Maybe there was a God after all."You look so tempting little girl, you'll have all the men getting the wrong impression" he flatly stated. He felt lik... fucking her hard and he was sure most the guys upon seeing her would feel the same too. He reached for her. God he could strangle her.She spun around so fast that she smashed in a solid chest. Stepping back she slowly looked up with a look of horror and excitement all mixed in one. "Eric?" she whispered, barely making her voice audible."Well, at. We haven't seen any new people in years and I've never seen a plane flying before. We saw you flying here. That's a big plane. Will you stay long? Who flies the plane?"I said, "It's an old, but good, plane called a C-130. We haven't planned how long we will or will not stay. That depends upon our welcome or lack. As to pilots, both David and I pilot the Duck among others of our group." Behind us, members of our expedition were going about their tasks and making it seem that our numbers were a. He circled to the cabana bar across the pool and sat where he could view his wife and the man who would transform her. Rupertt was already poised on the lounge beside her, telling some highly animated tale involving lots of gestures and arm waves. The man positively rippled with muscles and the light sheen from exertion made him glow in the mid-morning sun.Hunk. Stud. God.Lots of similar words paraded through Sam's mind as he watched Rupertt perform. His wife, though, was an even more telling. Wouldn't that be something. Knock off some strange cunt on the road. Shit. I'm a dreamer. Just then Todd plopped down in the booth and said, "What the heck is on your mind? You look a thousand miles away." "Wait til you get a look at our waitress. Is she hot", and then he motioned her over to the booth. "I think we're ready now, what do you suggest?' he asked boldly. Charlene, (the waitress) looked both boys over and thought to.