Even the butcher agreed with me on that one."Not so bad in the kitchen, but lousy at trying to barbeque." I bet you're not bad in the bedroom either,"... I thought silently to myself, giving her the once over as I stood talking to her about chops, realizing as I stood there that my hormones were working overtime, it had after all been a while, but it had also been a while since I'd allowed even the simplest of fantasies to run free like they were now, and I had every intention of allowing them to. I hated that I had to depend on her, but that was the wheel of life turning. I had wiped her ass when she was a kid at least I wasn’t that bad yet.Her lawyer friend was a god send, since she dealt with all the money matters for both Rose and I. There was no doubt she was figuring out how she could screw me, figuratively speaking. I stayed true to myself and became a hermit.From the time of the gun powder smell filling the air, and then the smoke from the burning leaves adding it’s stench was a. The door slammed shut in my face. I turned and saw she had switched thedoor."I'm sorry officer, I can't let you leave," she apologized.I sighed angrily and sat back down on the table. "Look, it's just alittle while," she said as she continued writing and walked out the door.I laid back on the table and thought about what happened on that planet. I slowly fell into a sleep................."Wake up! HEY! Wake up!" a voice called.I responded to it. I awoke and looked around. I realized. It could fly for hours on a single charge, even if fully laden.And this Grob was assigned to the Cold Lake Air Cadet squadron. According to the details, it was supposed to be doing circuits north of that base. Being this far north of Cold Lake was spreading the definition of "north of the station" beyond all reason.Cautiously, the senior duty controller replied, "Tango Delta One Charlie Bravo, this is Willow Lake Control. Please state the purpose of your trip." Willow Lake Control, this is.