"Feather three," I ordered, my hands gripping the yoke with a death grip. My right thumb keyed the radio button on the yoke, "Air Force One; we've los...t a second engine. We need a bearing to the nearest runway." Copy that, Air Force One," Anchorage control responded. "Turn to heading 47, you're 102 miles out from Anchorage."Shit! "We'll try to hold it in the air that long. We've achieved stable flight for the moment." Copy that. Coast guard has been advised and is sending a cutter if you have to. My eyes dropped and confirmed that the rest of her was in keeping with the top half and while I was looking I heard her say, "You mind if I join you? It looks as if my darling husband has abandoned me."I waved for her to take a seat and asked her if he did things like that often."This is the fourth time. He will go two or three exits down the road and then come back after making me wait around. He thinks he is showing me who is the boss. One of these days he's going to do it and I'm not going. And then, seemingly from out of the blue, there came Megan.I first noticed her when she came to visit her grandmother, who lived next door to me; and Megan was like some sort of apparition; like a mirage; like something out of dreams. I was instantly attracted to her. She was white, and I'm black, so I didn't allow myself to think for a moment that she and I would ever 'get together', in other words, to have anything remotely resembling a sexual relationship! Such an idea was, of course, a very. " So you want me to come up for a friendly boff? I'm hurt that you could think me so cheap," I mock protested, while already tossing the comb aside and reaching for some boxers."Oh Jake," she said, and I could hear some seriousness in her voice. "Please don't make be beg..."I paused for a second, to compose myself, and to jettison any of Sid's influence that might still be sticking to me like bad cologne."Moira, I'll be up in just a second. You definitely don't need to beg. I am, quite.