"God," Harry averred under his breath, "that was better than sex!" Yeah, man! You can say that twice!" Harry recognized Digger's voice.Obviously his r...emark wasn't as "under his breath" as Harry had thought. He felt his face redden as the controller's voice called out, "Can the idle chatter on this frequency."A quick scan of his instruments confirmed that his systems were running properly, and that he'd reached the altitude for this exercise. A quick check confirmed his wingmen were in formation. The first indication that I was mistaken about who had come in came when the bedroom door opened and I got a whiff of expensive perfume. Then a voice said, "Oh good, Love, I'm glad to see that you are back. I just put my husband on the 'redeye' for LA and the thought of going home and sleeping alone just depresses the hell out of me." As she spoke I could hear her moving toward the bed and I also heard the faint hiss of falling fabric and a soft 'plop' as clothes hit the floor. I know what you. "I was just wondering, though--what's a group of girls doing out in the middle of nowhere?" I asked."We're entertainers," Ms. Blond said. "We're on our way to a gig in New Orleans." Oh, really," I said. "What sort of entertaining do you do?" We're dancers," Ms. Blond said."Ballet?" I asked."Exotic," Ms. Blond said.Suddenly, it seemed the possibility of a nasty orgy had moved just a little closer. I felt sweat beads popping on my forehead, but I tried to play it cool."You headed to one of the. ”“Exactly. There was no sense in pretending it wasn’t me who wrote it. I even had my alias start with G. It was obviously me writing ... about him and me.”One part I decided to leave out of my confession to Alex was the fact that my dad also remembered the name of my online friend. He sent him a message telling him he was my dad and that he had stumbled across my stories and his chat with me. My dad is very upfront that way. He told my online dad that he couldn’t believe I would write things.