"Where do you live?" she asked. I pointed vaguely and she said, "Never mind." I started pawing on her and she said, "Don't distract me -- there will b...e plenty of time for that, later." Ten minutes later, we were in the parking lot of an apartment complex and Beatrice was opening her door. "Come on, Baby, let's get you inside..." Where are we?" Our place."I took her hand and let her lead me, paying more attention to her and my grip than where we were going. I was in her hands, anyway, and had. I have to admit that Marsha, the vice principal, also looked damn good for her age, in her skin-tight, blue yoga pants and tight, orange Broncos t-shirt. It looked like she was even flaunting her big, full and pendulous breasts, which I guessed are 34DDs, to the younger guys. She is very pretty and fit, with a wholesome, girl next door look that reminds me a lot of the actress Robin Wright, especially with her short-n-sassy haircut.Jeffery was so busy staring at Juliana that he didn’t notice. I'll bet I could sneak around to the back of the house and check her out. OK, first, what was the plan? Well, if Libby wanted to know where I was I would tell her that I stepped out and smoked a cigar. She hated cigar smell and always made me go outside, so there was my excuse. I pocketed a couple of cigars walked out to the hall and grabbed the binoculars off the shelf and went out the patio door. It was real dark outside, the only light coming from the full moon and the lights from within our. The flight attendants began their pre-flight checks, going over the usual safety procedures as we began to taxi backward. My eyes shut tightly, trying to block everything out and pretend I was anywhere else.When the time came for us to take off, my heart was thumping in my throat. The engine noise grew louder, and soon we were barreling down the runway. My stomach leaped when I felt it the moment the wheels left contact with the ground below us. Without thinking, I thrust my hands to both arm.