The next morning Stacee was up earlier than normal. She had a crazy plan for her day at work, and couldn’t stop thinking about the day before. S...he slipped on a sexy, red lingerie and then her sexiest red dress. After doing her make up she took one last look in the mirror. With a nod of approval to herself in the mirror she grabbed a bag of goodies she had packed and headed to work. It was a little earlier than normal, but she had a lot to get done today if she wanted her plan to work. Indeed, everyone apart from the girls themselves seems to be suffering, but no-one is saying anything; everyone is probably waiting for someone else to finally pipe up and put them in their place.I look back at the group, who have occupied the back bench of the bus and are completely oblivious to their surroundings. Well, almost. One of them seems to be a bit more mature than the others and is evidently not quite comfortable with the level of noise her friends are emitting. She looks slightly. It’s a date! I exclaimed and went back to work. The long drive to the air park gave me lots of time to think about to all the fun we had had years ago. I arrived and eventually spotted his red truck... same truck from 17 years earlier. I jumped out and called out for George. He popped his head out of his airplane and called me over. It wasn’t a fancy plan, but just a basic two seater. It scared the shit out of me really. He invited me in, so I climbed in and took a seat next to him. We. You set this between us. You drove me to it.’ ‘Ah, well, it’s all Rob’s fault, is it? All Rob’s fault that he has a rampant whore for a sister and a back-dealing louse for a friend? Yes, by all means, let it be Rob.’ ‘Let it be!’ Constance said. ‘For it is!’ He slapped her, a hard and stinging blow that knocked her across her bed and turned her cheek into a fierce sheet of pain. ‘And you,’ he said to Enrique, who had retrieved his clothes, speaking in a tone not reserved for a much-loved.