Anne continued to dump on me and drink more of my whiskey. We were having a good time talking and drinking when she went to get her night clothes on.... She came out of the bathroom with just a sleep shirt on and white cotton panties. Her perky tities sticking out. I had not paid attention to her before tonight but was really turned on by the way she was dressed. The way she was sitting on the bed I had a great view of her panties and it was making my cock get hard. Anne was playful and flirty. I could eat hay if they had that. When will she go thehell upstairs to her loft or her lair or whatever it is so that I cansneak out to the kitchen and raid the icebox? I need a potato chip aleaf of lettuce a spoonful of mayonnaise an entire German chocolate cakeand a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Something! Anything! Iheard her say that she had an apple pie in the fridge.Okay, I know, it's stupid. I'm still eating even if no one sees me. It'snot like the tree in the forest that. We never went back to each other after the vacation was over and we never talked about it.“Well, yeah, sort of.”“What the hell do you mean ‘sort of’? You fucked me eleven times in four days, how in hell could that be a ‘sort of’?”“You kept count?” “Of course!” she looked me puzzled for a moment then conceded, “I guess you wouldn’t keep count, guys only remember getting the noodle wet, not how many times it got wet.” She snuffled a quick laugh and reminisced. “Four times we did it in the room. .. except for the alleged guilty parties ... Bill called and ordered a new GPS, the Feds kept the old one ... evidence ... and stepped in the hangar.Ah ... November, 1945. Cold and windy, but Bill was ready for that. He walked to the tower, confused everybody inside, had a bowl of chili and asked for a ride. Since the war ended, the hangar Bill parked in was empty and he arranged to rent it for a couple of years. It was the same hangar he was parked in sixty years in the future."Where do you.