“There’s no need to run Claire, it’s just for one night” His hands on my body paralyzed me; I no longer had any will to fight. He breathed lus...fully on my neck and slid his hand under my black dress and felt my stockings- his erection poked hard against me. “I can’t wait to pull these off”, he smiled wickedly. Then he hastily scrambled away the china on our table and laid me on it and I couldn't believe that it was actually happening.He leaned towards me and started to kiss me passionately,. " he told her without any anger."Sorry Master, I thought it was supposed to jump for the sky is all." Hollywood likes to pretend that they do, well in real life people don't fly backwards when the get shot, sometimes they don't even fall down right away. There are guns that kick so hard as to jump towards the sky, I don't own any of those, and wouldn't try and teach you to shoot one." He told her. "Take the gun and try again, keep your eyes open, squeeze the trigger, and try to line the sights. "The day was brutal in as much as Jeannie wanted me to become proficient in a helicopter that didn't act anything like the Schweizer that I had been training in. Although we had lunch, and only stayed up two hours at a time between refueling stops, Jean didn't want to quit even after six hours. The saving grace was that the Huey didn't require nearly as much moment to moment attention and fine adjustment as the Schweizer, had more power than I needed for anything I wanted to do, and autorotated. He was one of the Chemistry Professors at the nearby Omak Community College. His name was Prince Abbey.“Hi Professor, what can I do for you today?” John asked.“Can I have a few minutes of your time?” Professor Abbey asked, “And a cup of your world-famous coffee?”“Are we talking about what my ex-wife did after I offered her a cup of my coffee?” John laughed“Sir, maybe I should frisk him to see if he is carrying anything dangerous?” Sam suggested.“Help yourself and have a seat, Professor, what.