Flight,” an older NCO said, as he came in the back door a short time later.“OK, Sarge. The passengers are already here,” the clerk answered, as ...the older man, a Sergeant First Class (SFC) came over to the desk.“Sawyer!” he proclaimed in amazement when he saw us.“How’s it hanging, Johnson?” Sawyer answered, as he obviously knew the man.“Same old shit,” Johnson answered. “You the passenger?”“Yes, I’m taking my new radio operator out to camp with his radio. It weighs 300 pounds.”“What radio? No. Lori held her for just a moment, looking into Kayla's eyes."Do you know how special this boy is?" she asked.Kayla smiled, her eyes softening. "Oh, yes, I do," she replied.Lori cocked her head critically. "Yes, I believe you do," she said seriously. She suddenly grinned. "Come on," she said, taking us each by an arm. "I should introduce you around." And she led us into the living room, where a lot of the soccer parents were standing or sitting in little pockets of conversation.I knew most of. The crawl part was waiting for Lady to foal, the rest was speeding past. Deke had settled into our family and ran the stables without any noticeable effort, stuff just got done, the paddocks received the minor attention they needed, the fields and fences got checked, in short he did everything without my ever actually needing to tell him a thing.My routine adjusted to allow me to split my time between workshop and stables, the timing dictated by the horses, not the engineering. Mirella kept. All night, Gwen was giving him the signals that she wanted him, Frank, being the perfect gentleman, ignored them. His instructions were to take Gwen out, play the part of a lover, but not to do anything.Gwen had other ideas, as soon as the door had closed behind them, Gwen grabbed Frank as kissed him, and Frank kissed back, Gwen brushed her hand across the front of his trousers and was pleased to find a very big bulge there. She dropped to her knees, and unzipped him, putting her hand inside.