“Mike,” Jenn called back. “Now what?” “No problem, the wind is supposed to shift. We will get favorable winds soon. Worst case, we will just... motor in to Bayfield,” Captain Mike explained. I had to admit, I was really impressed by Mike’s ability. He knew exactly what he was doing - or so it seemed. After an hour, we were all really hot. Not a breeze was stirring and the temperature had climbed into the upper eighties. “Well hell,” Mike proclaimed, “the surface water temperature right here is 66. Look, there are Satan’s agents now.” I pointed to a helicopter with my Bible, then had a sudden inspiration. “Care to read with me? What applies ... How about...”The offer to read got the usual response, the cop said “I’m on duty,” like I was pouring him a scotch, then gave up on the rest of his questions. I have noticed that LA’s finest detectives do that as soon as you bring religion shaded with a touch of zeal and/or insanity into your answers. Asking if he has a Bible is the kicker.Once I. She whimpered again softly as her arm went around my back and she pulled me over against her. Our tongues fenced as she wrapped her leg over mine and pulled my thigh over between her legs. I nibbled at her lips again to giving both of us a chance to breath. The whimper turned into a soft moan as my fingers brushed across the soft thin fabric of her blouse, bumping against the hard nub of her nipple. Her hips moved suggestively against my thigh for a moment before she used her hand to gently. Roy was in a hover during the time it took us all to clear the area.We did not stop anywhere on the way home and we made it in record time. Thankfully the only policeman around was Jacob and he was speeding like the rest of us. Once we pulled to a stop beside the hanger, we started to celebrate our good fortune.Roy said tomorrow he could fly the lighter cargo containers to the camp. Bill said he was willing to fly in the Skycrane so that it would have three pilots and they could move stuff to.