As I was walking brooding over Mike I leapt into the air and yelled ‘WOOOOHOOOOOO!’! He’s hot! He’s gorgeous! He’s absolutely heavenly! mayb...e he’ll like me, maybe something can happen! His eyes, his body, his voice, he made me feel so weak! I made my way towards the dune where all the drama had occurred and there lay Mike’s shirt and loafers in a neat little pile. I picked them up, took a quick sniff of his shirt and headed back to the chalet, feeling like a little girl excited about something. "Before the Howard, military aircraft, if they had retractable landing gear at all, hid the retracting gear in the fuselage ... the planes were hard to land because they had such a narrow stance. Even superlative fighters like the Spitfire were hard to land."Why not Waco? They persisted in building to an obsolete mindset. Biplane, fixed gear and all those wires. A cantilever biplane with retractable? ... the Waco would look great. Except for the bumps."Howards had tight fitting smooth engine. ’ He held the gun up by an ink pen that had been inserted through the trigger guard. It was my gun. He knew it, and I knew it. It had been placed by the side of my seat so that it was out of immediate sight, but easy to get to. ‘Is this yours, shitbag?’ I didn’t even look up at the question. I wasn’t going to answer shit. That was the fucking rule. People get themselves hemmed up all the time because they snitch on their self. Fuck that shit. ‘I’ve got another on this side. Holy shit, it’s a. In fact, she could think of a few of her friends' beaus who would benefit from some feminine discipline in their lives.“Thank me, then,” she leaned into his personal space and whispered in his ear, becoming all the more aroused at how he stood firm and didn’t make even the slightest twitch.“Ma’am, thank you for caring enough to discipline me when I need it. I hate it when it happens, but I love you so much for doing it.”That was it, she could bear it no longer. Her heart was racing, her skin.