''My dear, Claire...I'm sorry you were treated in such a way...'' I could not speak, I sat staring at him as I blinked furiously with my mouth open,... a little unsure of what to do or say. ''Claire...speak!'' He demanded as he sat next to me, he searched my face for an answer or sign of life. ''I... I don't know what you expect me to say. You either bought me or had me kidnapped! What am I supposed to say to that?'' I blurted out in a rage as I threw the pillow down beside me. ''You have. Go figure.Anyway, when you recover an aircraft, you take all of the skin off first. You are left with a skeleton of what an airplane really looks like. Of course, it's time to wire-brush, sand, and paint the frame, and to check the now easy to get at control cables that dad always replaced. The new fabric is a pain in the ass and fingers. You have to be careful with the needle and not make a big hole or tear the fabric. Picture a twelve year old pulling canvas fabric with one hand and trying. ’ I say in exasperation. ‘Do I need a tetanus shot?’ she asks while gingerly seating herself, trying to touch as little as possible. ‘Of course not… just don’t touch anything metal.’ I wiggle the gear shift, pump the gas twice and turn the ignition. She starts right up like always. I put her in gear and she glides over the sand. Moments later, ‘I think I made a mistake… let me out.’ She says frowning at her surroundings. I slow the car. I’ve been thinking about her motivation for picking me up.. Vivian watched our act begging,” My cunt hurts. It needs dick more than anything else right now. If you have any humanity left in your devilish bones than fuck me now.”“Shut up cunt. You just wait fifteen minutes and I'm sure you'll get a surprise”, I answered Vivian keeping a steady rhythm together with Bridget. “Unghmmm Bridget. That sucking thing you do with your cunt when I move outwards, what is that? That is so nice, it feels like your milking me.” “Hihi, Huck. I really am milking you..