That was fifty years ago and I asked Jean if she wanted me to lick her cunt on the anniversary to which she replied no, she would rather have a cup of... tea and I had to agree, licking could wait until another dayA few days later I was typing the article I had written about local history when Jean put her head round the door to tell me she was going into town shopping and asked if there was anything I wanted. My stock answer to this question is “Yes, to suck your tits” and her usual response was. “Please.”“I will see you again Tracy. You have my word on that.”He climbed the steps into the coach and took his seat. Looking out he saw her stand there, not walking away as she had before. He put a hand to the glass, and she mimicked him, smiling softly.The coach pulled out and into the heavy London traffic. He would be back home in Wales in 2 hours, but it would feel longer. He tried to distract himself with some songs on his mobile phone. Several heavy rock anthems came and went… then he. "He even nailed it down to one of several B-24 hangers that for some ungodly reason had been left after the war was over ... the Second ... not the War of Northern Aggression. He also said we could have them because we were talking about pocket change."Just send him a requisition and they were ours."We invaded the university and the Aeronautical Research Center admitted to seeing the planes in one of the hangers. Since we were in a hurry I sent two of my Airdales ... a First Class and a Third. You could tell they were out of their league with the music, but were really trying to get the flavor of it. They kept degenerating back to a blues theme that wasn't far from jazz, but more blues kept creeping in the longer they played.Bonita had a couple of extra keyboards out and told me that I need to be the bass for everything today. She told Lisa that the two of them would be on keyboards as I had written a lot of music for multiple keyboard sounds. I remembered that, but wondered how we.