"Thank...you...miss...Amy," I panted.Before I could catch my breath, Amy put her hand on my shoulder. "I think it's time we test your loyalty, James.... Since you didn't get to have any ice cream, I think it's only fair that you get to eat a milkshake," she waited for me to comprehend where she was coming from.I didn't really like the idea. Amy was so perceptive that she could sense my reluctance. "Oh, come now, James. It'll be good for you. A special protein shake. You DO want to please. I don't need to be forceful now, you're totally into this. You lean forward and put your elbows on the table to steady yourself and give you more leverage. Your grinding becomes more fervent as your hips dig down into my knuckles. Nobody has any clue what's going, we're concealed by the table and dim lights. Time to up the ante. I gently tap your arm to get your attention. You look to me briefly, then my free hand. I reached for, and unzip, my jeans. Your eyes never leave my hand as I pull my. The smile faded slowly. “But what about my mom? You know she won’t go for that,” I muttered. “Call her and say you’re going to spend the night with Maria,” he suggested. “Okay, I guess that’ll work. But if she finds out, we’re screwed,” I told him with caution. I hastily texted Maria about the situation just in case my mom called her or asked her about it, and soon she was in on the plan. On the way to the hotel I called my mom, and told her that I’d be having a sleepover with Maria. Of course. She really likes the candy. She tears open the packages, almost viciously, and crams the contents into her mouth as if afraid that they will vanish. The look on her face is almost spiritual.I sit unmoving, just watching, but because of a chance look in my direction she spots me. Fear replaces the serene expression I've been enjoying, and quick as a flash, with a splash, she's gone.I hope she comes back.It's been three days since she left in a panic. The candies I leave in the cockpit remain.