I fly the Cobra gunship. This was my month to run the static displays. So like I said, at least today wasn't rainy like it is so much up here in the P...acific Northwest. We were a group of three aircraft and a few ground vehicles that we use in the field. We had my gunship, a Kiowa scout ship as well as the old ‘Huey’ troop ship. That meant our group had four pilots, three crew chiefs, and four ground troops with the vehicles. I continued to help set up the display, making sure all the warning. Lethal looking belts, some split at the end, wooden and leather paddles, even a leather slipper that must have been at least a size 12. And hanging on the inside of each door was a pair of black, multi-stranded leather whips. I realised I was holding my breath. Jeff was looking at me, waiting for a reaction. Hey, I'm a modern kind of a girl. I had even tried - and enjoyed - some spanking games with one of my exes. Just a hand, though, and pretty mild stuff. Nothing like this. He hadn't wanted. “Ready to get crackin’?” “Sure …” Kent’s voice trailed off. He flipped aimlessly through the pages, then started to look up at Jenna. He hesitated, then looked up at her again. She was staring pretty intently at him too. Kent swallowed before speaking. “So where do you … ‘mud,’ around here?” Kent asked. He noticed Jenna’s eyes light up at the question. “Oh, there’s a big mud pit out back,” Jenna said, thumbing behind her shoulder. “Wanna see it?” “Yeah, I think I do.” Jenna got up and headed. The week drug by until Friday and I was so excited I couldn’t wait for the day to end. Since we would be at my house, I said she could dress casual. As the grill was going and the potatoes baking, the doorbell rang. My kids were out as usual but they knew dad had a date tonight and were quite surprised since it was the first one since their mom died. Sara was beaming as I answered the door, wearing a yellow sun dress about knee length, with flowers on it. Her blond hair flowed around her.