She parked her car and made her way to the front door. Before she could raise her hand to knock it was opened but a motherly looking middle aged woman... that beamed at her. ‘You must be Grace Lancefield. Welcome to Evening light. I’m Emily Harding. Most folks around here just call me Miss Em. You must be tired dear, come in and we’ll see if we can get you sorted.’ Miss Em said. Grace found herself grinning at the obvious display of good old fashioned hospitality. They made their way to a large. " What the Fuck" I yelled after abruptly stopping. Did she really just yell for Jack? That jock asshole. Using her blankets I wiped off my dick and started getting up."No, wait I didn't mean to say that." She begged and pleaded for me to stay. I just couldn’t. "Don't leave me, please." No." That was all I said as I pulled up my shorts and left her room, slamming the door behind me. Jack? The dumb ass jock? Anger flooded me as I started up my car and left her house. I wondered onto the highway. “And I moved the money out of your personal account, if that’s okay?”“You mean we bought a customized Tri-Star for nine and a half million?” I asked, amazed.“Not we. You own it lock, stock, and barrel, as they used to say. The Tri-Star is currently back at Lockheed in Burbank, California, undergoing an inspection. Lockheed is responsible for any problems. Once it passes, Eastern will deliver it wherever you say. They are even throwing in a flight crew for thirty days. That will give you time to. "Yeah, everything's cool." Richard answered."All right, I'll see you in class then." Later."Richard glanced at his watch. He had twenty minutes. He had to get his shirt, which he had left in the control room. It was always very hot in there, since the air conditioning was blocked to keep the room quiet. Ms. Connelly's room was always cold, though.It was no use trying to practice right now, anyway.As he was walking out of the control room, he happened to glance at the shelves of archived.