Once the national anthem was sung and the T-Birds flew over the Texas Motor Speedway, all the drivers including Amy got in to their cars and were read...y to race. Her friends and family were cheering Amy on. The green flag flew and the race began. She was speeding past Jeff Gordon and the others. Her car was then bumped by Tony Stewart but she managed to get back in the race and in the lead. After 100 laps, Amy was still in the lead. There had been some cautions including a 6-car pile up which. She felt that she was my sexual caretaker, saving me for Rachel, her mother. We were planning on going away for the weekend to a small one bedroom cabin in the woods. It was so secluded that we could wear no clothes and never be in danger of being seen.Rachel asked me if we could try some "kinky" games up there. She wanted to be tied up and used anyway I wanted to. She did not want me to ask permission. Then she dropped the bombshell."I have been talking to my roommate Sheila about you." And?". This was the fourth time today that someone hadn't 'seen' her, and Cindy was getting annoyed. Annoyed enough that she didn't consider watching her mouth."With the size of those hips, you'd think you'd have gotten used to giving people a wide berth," she snapped.Her mistake was keeping her back to the other girl while she got a paper towel to dry her hands. Tonya was with her friends, and wasn't about to lose face over some little bitch who didn't even have tits. Why all the boys were talking. Actually ... everything about the L-4 was plain Jane. Compass, throttle, choke, altitude, horizon (also bank and turn indicator.) The brakes sucked ... which was alright ... you could ground loop on a dime. You could fly backwards in a reasonable breeze. They weren't a delight to fly, but if you could keep it in the air anything else the Army threw at you was simple. Turns required pedal, stick, throttle and body english. Lean just so and you could force it around tightly, (as a Bf-109 fighter.