" If you notice, I set up all the instruments and let this thing take us home. If it was rough out, or I wanted to manually fly it, I could but there'...s no sense if I'm watching the instruments and the plane is doing what it's supposed to. That's why they call it an autopilot."I asked a stupid question, "So you could get up and wander around the airplane and you would be safe?" I could do that, but that would be pretty stupid. What if something happened and I'm wandering around. Perhaps I can't. ."I put on my best poker face. Beatrice said, "Alan, Honey, finish your dinner..."But Alan wasn't going to be put off that easily. I could lie to him, but he was going to find out, anyway, and then I would be a liar... "Yes, Alan. I'm going to practice with your momma. In fact, I already have, once."Alan absorbed this. "If it works and I get a little brother or sister, will you be my daddy then?"I thought about it. "It isn't automatic, like it would be for your brother or sister, but if we. I didn't follow in her footsteps though but went down a different staircase as stealthily as possible for by now I like to spy on her whenever I could. About half way down the stone steps I froze for there she was talking to the two uniformed guards. It was her posture that struck me first, she was standing up straight with her hands behind her back pushing her chest out towards the two guards. Now I could hear her soft sexy giggle that I must have heard a thousand times before. The two guards. ‘Nice to meet you’ I replied. (‘Oh shit! How much did he see?) To make matters worse this guy was ripped. He could have pounded the shit outta me right there. Turns out there was nothing to be ashamed of. As we sat and chatted the late afternoon away we’d both admire the same group of joggers as they went by, both the women AND the men. As I listened to Hank’s bullshit stories I started to really admire his looks. Hank had perfect hard body proportions, Nothing was too bulky or out of place. He.