I tried not to think about what the weekend had in store for me. At 4:00 sharp, Bart brought the limo to the front and Joe and I left for the airport....By 5:30 we were pulling through the gate at the private plane area of the Oxnard City airport. We were greeted by Dave the pilot, who took our overnight bags and led us to the plane."It's a Lear Jet LJ45; isn't it a beauty. I bought it in a bankruptcy sale a couple of years ago. Had the interior reconfigured; now it seats only four people plus. I smiled back and quietly said,"My queen!"When her smile became bigger, I asked,"May I help you take your bags of food to your car?"After I checked out and put my snacks in her carriage, I followed behind while pushing it.I was moving her bags from her cart to the back of her Honda SUV, when she commented,"You're quite the gentleman!"I nodded."I'm always a gentleman...in public!"With a twinkle in her eye, she asked,"And...in private?" In private—?"I reached out, took her hand, and guided it to. ” Her response was instant, like a plan had already formed in her imagination. Groans rolled up my throat, one after the other—or it could have been a single sound? I couldn't tell; all the blood from my brain seemed to be pooling in my crotch, blurring reality. I had jerked off thousands of times but hearing her tell me to do it sent a shot of adrenaline through my veins, magnifying my desire and the desperate urge to spurt all over my fist.“There’s nowhere private.”There was no point denying. Everything about Gene set her teeth on edge. She answered the door with a grim look on her face, hoping that Gene would pick up his television set and leave without stopping to pass the time of day with her. She hated his boastful manner and parasitic tendencies. If I don't think of some way to get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to lunch, Sarah thought, opening the front door.Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised.