”“Well for your information, my Dad doesn’t allow me to wear a bikini in mixed company.”“Oh so modesty runs in our family.”“Yeah I guess.”We went up to the shelter and ate lunch. After lunch we all mingled with relatives. Dad was sitting around a picnic table with some of his cousins drinking beer, Mom and Aunt Jane were with the ladies talking on the other side of the shelter, gossiping. Josh and I were getting impatient. I went and got permission from Dad to go back to our house while they stayed. So we went and got into Josh’s car and headed to the house.While riding home Josh and I talked and joked like old friends.Looking over my shoulder, “So is that the famous back seat you were talking about?”“Yes, a many a cheerleader has screamed for God in that seat,” Josh laughed“You aren’t boastful are you?”“No, not at all, the proof is in the pudding.”We laughed and continued until we arrived at my house. We got out and went inside. We sat in the living room watched TV, talked and text. Fans whirred into action followed by a number of beeps. She sat down at the chair wedged between her bed and the table, and brought up the aircraft simulator while Mike leaned on the desk to her right, fascinated by the technology that this girl had to play with in her bedroom. The title sequence in the middle remained while the two side screens flicked into life with scenery. She started to explain the airport rules, and the joystick controls, finally deciding that the easiest way to explain would be to take off and let him use the controls.She took off from Zurich airport, climbed to the right and leveled at ten thousand feet, ignoring pleas from Ground Control to reduce speed and follow the flight path. She set a course for Paris and flicked the autopilot. Mike was engrossed, his eyes flicking over from the right hand screen, to the middle, then to left, and finally down between the buttons of her blouse to her left nipple which was just visible above the top of her bikini. He had.
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