After a few short weeks, I had come to realize that I actually liked fucking these older women more.There was no bullshit, no ties, and no commitment.... It wasn't like I was parading some old bag down the street saying "Look what I've been nailing."They wanted anonymity, and I was glad to oblige. They wanted to live out some fantasies that they thought they would never have a chance to, and I truthfully found many of them exciting. In the past 2 weeks, I had been a telephone repairman, and a. He had still been cold, but it was muchwarmer under the road than it was out in the open.In a pile there were his winter clothes: a massive army surplus coat,and a heavy pair of snowmobile boots. There were two apples next tothem, and when Gary looked at them he smiled. The angel had given themto him. She said he should eat them if he couldn't get any other food.That was good, because he knew there were no soup kitchens open onSaturdays. He probably would go hungry, if the angel hadn't left him. After dinner, the cats went back to their hotel. I reminded them we had a 3:00 AM departure time.I looked at my wives and gave Neva and Maxine the reason for the early call of 1:00 AM. Cynthia and I had to file our flight plan and preflight the plane.I called Tiger on net and asked him to try and arrange a two bedroom suite for the Savages.We all went to bed. Cynthia was beside me on my right. Neva and Maxine were outside of that. We snuggled and kissed and went to sleep. It was 5:00 PM.Tuesday. The more it went by the more sense it made. Numbers seemed to disappear and letters replaced them. Then the message stopped. Crap. He was so focused on the message he forgot to triangulate the position of the transmitter. Crap he could get fired for that. He didn't want that. He had to erase any evidence that the message had come through. First, he wanted to make hard copies and take them home. Maybe make sense of the message. He printed off copies of every message received. The computer then.