Gordy sure had a lead foot, but there weren't much traffic and it seemed a lot faster returning than our trip out this morning. It seemed like it were...n't long at all when we pulled up in front of the hotel."I could use a good shower," Weena said, as we pulled ourselves from the rover."Ayup," I agreed, as I stretched the kinks out of my back. Maybe that trip was a mite longer than I thought. Least, my body thought so!Gordy held the hotel door open for Weena, and as I followed, he said, "How. Now she was mocking and crooning about the "poor little voyeur boy not getting off" My pain and excitement though turned to true fear when I heard her crawl under the table and she passed the candle flame back and forth, cooking my wiener.I was struggling in earnest now and she just laughed and laughed and finally said, "Well, I guess we can't let this swollen purple fruit down here go to waste. Hold still, and I mean it or I will castrate you like I should have done for going to look at. . a caress ... a lovers stroke. I can read her lips. “Soon, my beauty, soon.”My ‘7’ has never been a radar night fighter ... just one seat.“Ya know, Sweet Sister ... the F8 comes first.”She will have to solo a Bearcat before she flies the Tiger. Alice does not like the F8.After the obligatory F7F visit we continued to the grass strip and my current ‘surplus to requirements’ Chilean Navy SNJ, 523.Alice did most of the work. I read, she poked, prodded, kicked, waggled and fingered.I said,. And far too absorbed to remember to kick him out of the building. I had even forgotten about my shower. “Elisa…” Oh, he was close now. Green eyes. I could feel a shudder pass through my skin. His hands moved to my shoulders. “Elisa, do you want me to leave?” “Uh…” Gee, that sounded suave. Now what. Could I blurt out what I was thinking? Could I tell me that no, I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him. But, years of conservative behavior were hard to overcome. “Farley. I… I mean. Stay.” His.