.at least I wouldn’t be peddling my ass for eating money. Is that what you were going to say?’ She let it all out, the bitterness and hurt, anger ...and, I suspect, sorrow. ‘Believe me, Jim, there are worse things than getting paid to fuck. Isn’t that right, Bette?’ Bette nodded in vigorous agreement. ‘At least, whores get to chose who they fuck. Wives and girl friends don’t.’ It was a hell of a story. But the biggest surprise was that I couldn’t find it in me to care very much. Search as I might,. She looked at the clock. "I don't see how that's possible," she pointed out. "If you don't leave soon you won't even get into the game." Oh. Well, maybe after the game?" I was shoveling down cereal, getting panicky, I admit."Do you really think that would work?" She looked worried."Pleeaasse," I begged. "Meet me after the game!"Mom sighed, but she's a brick. "Well, if you insist. We'll give it one more try." Thanks, mom." I gave her a peck on the cheek and dashed upstairs to dress. I'd come. “What?”“Three-sixty overhead. I’m a thousand over the threshold, runway heading. Left break.”She’s a sweet old girl. Utterly predictable. I break left, easy, wide turn. Check the altitude, play the downwind just a little long, break left again, hold the turn until ... ten feet high over the threshold, then the wheels touch.“And then we clear the active as best we can and evacuate to await emergency services.”“Damn, girl!”“I have been taught by Doctor Cynthia Richards, sir. I hope to be. “I have left it with a friend in L.A. Only few things I might require are in this backpack I’m carrying.” Alex said.Hinting an over night stay, Cobie blushed at the thought. She held his hand and took him inside.He gave a quick peek on her lips and asked her where the shower was. She showed it to him and waited for him to relax until they were ready to go out as planned.Cobie admired Alex. She wouldn’t have hesitated if he had kissed her more passionately, but being a thorough gentleman, he.