Wes did just that, then let his hands roam, exploring the size and shape of Nadia's breasts.Nadia pushed Wes's hands away, then tugged at the hem of h...er shirt. "You might enjoy this more if we got rid of this."Wes didn't have to be asked twice. His hands went to the bottom of Nadia's shirt and started tugging up her shirt. Nadia lifted her hands and leaned over, letting Wes pull her shirt over her head. Nadia sat up and grinned widely at Wes's "deer in the headlights" look, his eyes fixated on. She knew she didn’t put it there and instantly a picture began to form in her fucked up mind. “Oh! Oh, no!” She bent over further and undid the tape and yanked the phone free. She saw and read the vile writing on her thigh. Her eyes watered and she screamed with her mouth closed. She hurried back into the bedroom. She began to reconstruct and assess. It was 6:14 a.m., and Joel would have been home no later than 2 a.m., maybe 2:30 a.m. He wasn’t here. “Joel!” she shouted desperately. Maybe he. The checklist was important.A guy walked out of the hangar with a fire extinguisher in hand and stood in front of the right side engine ... Art threw the right switches and the big radial began to turn over ... gas, spark and compression did their thing ... a puff of black smoke and the propellor made the change from a stick to a sword ... mag check. The man on the ground looked it over and thumbs up-ed it and sauntered over to the left engine.The left side was quicker because the right side. I never recorded those occasions but searching my memory and comparing with Marsha’s diary I think there is no doubt that Marsha was part of the pattern.”“How do you feel about that?”“She always came back to me and as far as I know I was the only one to whom she came for punishment and forgiveness. That may not be the same thing as love, but for me, it worked.”Mistress nodded, raised a hand and pointed at Marsha.“Marsha?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Is that how you see it? Was Candy’s time with you a.