This trip was all about Kelly. The entire year had been one giant shit storm for her. First her company downsized, laying off about a dozen good frien...ds. Then her creepy boss came onto her. To top it off, the dog she grew up with died on her birthday. Like I said. shit storm. “Ladies and gentleman, please turn off and stow all electronics. We’ll be taking off shortly.” Fifteen minutes later we were hurtling down the runway to Hawaii, my hands clenched tightly to the armrests, knuckles turning. He could do it yes, but the danger to his self was almost overwhelming, he'd have to do this with almost exact timing or he was dead or hurt bad for sure. As carefully as he could he began to set one of each bomb, it was nerve racking to say the least one wrong twist or turn would result in him being blown in half or worse, neither prospect he was really looking forward to. Finally setting the last he'd just turned to go had actually started through the wall when he heard the alarms go off. Son. It was 5am and I was getting ready to go to work and decided to put the suitcase we all packed in into my wife’s SUV so right after I got done at the office, we could pick up the k**s at school and head off. Well things didn’t go as planned and the suitcase and I went down the stairs over each other. When all was said and done, I was taken to the hospital by ambulance and was advised I shattered my ankle and would need surgery. Needless to say, everyone was bummed out. I had surgery that day. I grab the hem of her tee-shirt, and she raises her arms, her eyes fixed on my face. The hem comes up over her head, so that her arms and head are momentarily caught inside. Playfully, I pull the fabric taut, so that she's caught inside. As she laughs and struggles, I drink in the sight of her little breasts, pale and freckled in her navy blue bra, the delicate musculature of her lightly-tanned shoulders, and, ah! the exposed nooks of her underarms, fringed with pale reddish hair.Impulsively, I.