I thought about what I was doing, and then drove home. As a budding tycoon, I wanted a little afternoon action with Mrs. Tycoon.And so, I found myself...flying out to Seattle-Tacoma on Monday, July 19. Missy had gotten me an appointment to meet with Gates on Tuesday morning. I figured it was a little ostentatious, and reckless with the company money, to charter a flight direct, but I did take one of Lloyd Jarrett’s turboprops to Philly, where I caught a non-stop American flight to Sea-Tac. I did. He was just turning around when Diane stepped into the room. If Sandy had still had anything in his hands he would have dropped it. She was as naked as he was!She grinned at him and then burst into tears, dropping into a chair at the table. That was enough to quash any sexual thoughts Sandy had developed in those moments. Sandy rushed toward her then came to a screeching halt when their mutual nudity hit him again. He was going to hug her but he stopped. Diane looked up at him again, then, yet. However, he thought, she had the most magnificent 128 pounds of flesh ever put on a human. Susan’s development was truly unbelievable. Now when they were in bed his hand covered an utterly perfect tit. It was marvelously full and firm, and her lovely little pink nipples were constantly engorged.Working out with weights, she moved proportionately far more than he did, although when he worked out she loved to sit beside him, run her fingers over his bulging muscles, roll her eyes and say, “Yum!”. I had never seen her close enough to realize what an attractive body she had. I think I must have been staring when she spoke to me. “I’m so sorry; are you all right?” she asked. “Yes, I’m fine. I shouldn’t have been standing in the middle of the aisle.” “Well, I’m sorry, sir. You know, you look a little familiar; do I know you?” she asked. “Not really; I live across from you, two houses down the street. I’ve seen you but just never bothered to introduce myself. I’m Ben.” “Sorry to meet.