Slowly lifting my skirt, Jon softly began kissing my neck, sucking and biting my neck. I was under his spell. All I could do was moan and lean against... the guard shack wall. Slowly, Jon began kissing his way down to my heaving breasts. "Take your top off Rachel, let me see your beautiful breasts."Doing as I was told, I took off my top, and dropped it on the ground. Jon immediately kissed the tops of each breast. Slowly sucking on one nipple, while pinching the other one gently, his other hand. Couldn't afford. With me it would look like a rival thug killing.The plane landed on the grass strip right on time. It was a different plane and a different pilot. The plane was larger than the last one had been, but I was the only passenger. I didn't have to ride in the co-pilot seat though. There were four passenger seats behind the pilot.I went into power saver mode, since I had no idea what to expect for the next few hours. It was almost dark when we landed on another grass strip somewhere. With others, they are just exciting girls that I meet in school, and I ask out, and then we end up doing it. Why? What's the matter?" Hank continued, "Is there some particular reason that all these girls call you, instead of other guys?" Well, last year, in the beginning, it was because I was a novelty. A new guy that none of them knew or had ever dated. This really isn't a discussion for the table, but ... Then, after the first couple of dates, the word began to spread among a group of senior. She just wanted to offer it to me if I thought I would like to come in.I said sure. Why not.We sat and she asked a couple questions. Then asked me about my original question as I had mentioned her disclaimer in the voicemail.I explained that somewhere in there, so long ago, was an early trigger for my hidden darkness. That little girl, and I, had suffered such horror and pain at 10 years old. She reassured me that she was much more qualified to deal with victims than perpetrators. Ahhhh, then I.