Castle in the Sand
Copyright© 1997
Chapter 90
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 90 - A divorced and down on his luck man buys a lottery ticket that wins big. He buys an abandoned missile silo to make it his home and builds a harem
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction
The group said their farewells at the Air-force base. Bill and Andrea and Kevin and Theresa were headed off to Camp David. Hugs and kisses were exchanged all around. John shook Kevin’s and Bill’s hands and kissed Andrea and Theresa. He lingered a moment with Theresa.
“Well, pumpkin. I guess this is it. You’re all grown up and now you’ve found your dream man.” John said.
“I found another dream man. I hope I still have you too.” Theresa said.
“You will always have me ... as long as I last.” he said.
“That will be a while yet.” she said.
“Maybe ... My point being that you are a grown woman now. When you come home next, it will be as a grown adult with her husband. As such you should have a place of your own.” he said.
“You’re kicking me out?” she asked in alarm.
“No, love. I just wanted you to know that you will have a place of your own when you get back. That spot you and Kevin liked out by the mountains. It’s yours. My wedding present to you.” John said.
Theresa hugged him tightly and began weeping on his shoulder.
“Thank you, John. I’ll always love you.” she said, pulling herself away.
John let her.
“Andrea, You and Bill have your own spot waiting when you come pick it out.” John said.
“I don’t understand.” Andrea said.
“Kevin and Theresa fell in love with a little spot on the property I own. I just gave them that spot as a wedding present. You and Bill can pick out your own piece of land when you get back.” John said.
“My own piece of land?” Andrea asked, getting teary eyed.
“Yes, dear. Your very own.” he said.
Andrea hugged him and kissed him before Bill pulled her off, sobbing herself.
John watched as they reboarded the Helicopter. Cindy moved to his side and kissed his cheek.
“You’re a good man, John.” she said, snuggling to his side.
“Hardly equal to a Townhouse on the Potomac.” John mused.
“You gave them much more than that ... you gave them a home.” Cindy said.
John looked at her and nodded.
“Come on dear, we better get on board ourselves.” she said, leading him.
Sheila moved to his other side.
“You okay?” she asked.
John stretched his arm around her shoulder.
“Yes, love. I’m fine. Just watching some of my girls grow up.” John said.
Sheila kissed his cheek and nodded.
The executive jet now had multiple stops to make. New York for Shannon, Sheila, Catarina, Bianca and Sally and Jean, Minnesota for John and Cindy, Salt Lake for Judy, Amy and Alice and then San Francisco for Mae and Candice.
The first leg was a relatively short hop. They saved time by making their farewells on the plane.
“We’ll see all of you in about three weeks.” John said.
“You want to see us back at the Silo now that you are married?” Catarina asked.
“I thought we had made it clear that you were now part of the family.” Cindy said.
“Well, yes. But I thought that you marrying John may have changed that.” Catarina said.
Cindy pulled her into her arms.
“You listen up. John and I getting married at the White House was all just part of a big politics game. It doesn’t change the way either of us feels about any of you. He’s proposed to each and every one of you. I intend to see he keeps that promise.” Cindy said.
Catarina smiled and kissed her. Then Cindy pushed her towards John and he held her tight while she did the same with Bianca.
“How are you doing?” Cindy asked.
“I am doing well. I hardly have any cravings now ... except for the feel of those I love in my arms. I think I will always crave that.” Bianca replied.
“I hope you never get over that.” Cindy chuckled, pulling her into a soft kiss.
Bianca hugged her tightly before moving on to John.
Sheila moved into Cindy’s arms.
“Well, boss. I’m due for a pay cut. Our sales have exceeded the point where my percentage is too much.” Sheila said.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait till Theresa and I are back together so we can talk about it.” Cindy smiled.
“Thank you again for saving my life.” Bianca told John.
“You are quite welcome. You have a good time in New York. I want to see you back at the Silo in three weeks. I think that we need to schedule a trip to Austria for you and Catarina and Cindy and I.” John said.
“Yes, it would be nice to see my birthplace again ... but my home is here ... with you.” Bianca said.
“Thank you. You have a good time in New York. Don’t drool too much over those lovely ladies you’ll be scanning.” John said.
Sheila was waiting in the wings. Bianca moved off and she moved in.
“Hey sailor. Off again with one of your lovelies?” she said.
“Seems I’m stuck with a bunch of them.” John said.
“Seems you like it. I do too ... Thank you. You promised me a whirl wind life. You’ve made good that promise. I’m just sorry I missed the Lincoln Bedroom with you.” Sheila said.
John kissed her softly.
“May happen yet, you never know.” he said.
“No, with you I never do know ... except that you love me and I love you.” she chuckled.
“What more does a person need?” John asked.
“Just love and time. I’ll see you in three weeks.” she said.
So it followed with Sally, Jean and Shannon. The farewells started almost as soon as they had lifted off and lasted till the lights flashed to re-belt for touchdown. After the plane taxied to the ramp there were still kisses all around.
John and Cindy made their farewells to the others on the slightly longer hop between New York and Minneapolis.
“I don’t know who I’m more worried about; with you alone with Alice and Amy. The mind boggles. Try not to kill each other. Call my cell if you need anything.” John told Judy.
“We’ll be fine. After the past three weeks ... it will seem like a vacation of our own.” Judy said.
“Oh, didn’t I treat you right in the week before we headed to Washington?” John teased.
“More than right. Outstanding ... Thank you for making me a woman.” she said.
“You were a woman long before I came along.” he said.
“Maybe, but I’ve felt more like one ever since.” she said, hugging him tightly.
Alice snuggled in John’s lap.
“You be good ... or at least be careful.” he said.
“Haven’t I always been good.” she teased.
“Yes, love. You’ve always been excellent.” John said, kissing her softly.
Amy was next, followed by Mae and Candice.
“Sorry you decided to stay with me?” John asked Candice.
“Not a bit. You sorry I’ve spent so much time with Mae?” she asked.
“Not a bit. I’m thrilled that you found someone so special to you.” he said.
“You were all of that. But now I’ve got her too ... I’ll always be grateful to you. I owe you my life.” she said.
“Your love is way overpayment.” John said.
“You will always have that ... is my life worth so little?” she teased.
“No, your love is worth so much.” he replied.
They barely got through another round of kissing when they had to belt in for Minneapolis. They still got in another round before John and Cindy could get off the plane.
Heather Jones met them, wearing a wig and sunglasses to hide her identify. They didn’t do a thing to hide the fact that she really was one of the most desired women on the planet from her exposure in the movies. She was well deserving of the role.
She moved in and hugged and kissed them both.
“Come on. Before the news hounds spot us. You two have been on the cover of every newspaper in the country for the past week.” Heather said.
A steward from the executive jet set their luggage next to them, saving them the hassle of baggage claim. They thanked him. He wouldn’t accept a tip from John.
“No sir. The least I can do. I’d be honored to shake your hand though.” he said.
John shook his hand warmly.
“You seem to have your hands pretty full, sure you can handle the bags?” joked the steward.
“I’ll get a cart.” John chuckled.
“Better hurry. I think those are reporters heading this way.” said the steward.
They were.
Everybody snatched bags and they headed down the concourse fielding questions.
“No, no we’re not here on business. We’re on our honeymoon.” Cindy said.
“Mr. and Mrs. Stevens are good friends. I invited them so they would have a place to get away from people like you.” Heather said.
“Yes, it was very nice staying at the White House. President and Mrs. Wilson are very nice people.” John said.
“How did it feel getting married in the White House?” a reporter asked Cindy.
She stopped a moment and turned to him.
“Like a dream ... Like every moment has been since I first met John Stevens.” she said, then they moved on and would answer no further questions.
The drive to Heather’s estate was just long enough for John to nod off to sleep.
“It really must seem like a dream.” Heather said to Cindy.
“Yes. I told that reporter the truth. Every moment since I met John has seemed like a dream.” Cindy said.
“You sure you still want to spend time with me?” Heather asked, half teasing.
Cindy looked at her and softly touched her cheek.
“Yes, you’re part of that dream ... a very important part.” she said.
“Really?” Heather asked in surprise.
“Yes, love. Really. John asked me to explain it to him just yesterday. I didn’t really understand it myself until I did. The others each have someone really special to them, besides John. You’re my someone special besides him.” Cindy explained.
“I can live with that. I feel the same about you.” Heather said.
“I’ve been quite looking forward to this time with you.” Cindy said.
“So tell me about the White House.” Heather said.
“You would not believe ... What say you come back to the Silo with us for a couple of weeks when we leave here. I promise you it will be very entertaining.” Cindy said.
“Your on. Now tell me about the White House.” Heather said.
“The bed in the Lincoln bedroom creaks...” Cindy began.
The others relaxed a bit on the flight to Salt Lake City. John had called ahead to insure that those stopping off at the silo would have a helicopter waiting. Mae and Candice made a leisurely farewell to Judy and the two remaining triplets. Judy between them and one each of the triplets on their lap. They shifted seats when the pilot turned on the seatbelt light for his approach. It was a bit bumpy coming in, as a storm front had just passed. Candice held Alice’s hand to reassure her. Amy did her best to act brave, but Mae took her hand as well. There was a sigh of relief from the matching women when the plane finally touched down.
“Now you two ... have fun. It’s not my place anymore to tell you to be good. You wouldn’t listen anyway.” Candice told Amy and Alice.
“I’ll watch over them. They’ll be fine.” Judy said.
“And who will watch over you?” Mae chuckled.
“We will.” Amy and Alice answered in unison.
“Like the Lioness watching the cute little antelopes.” Mae mused.
Kisses were exchanged all around while the considerable amount of luggage and packages from the wedding were transferred to the helicopter. John had notified them ahead of time that there was a large cargo load. So the helicopter company brought out the Dolphin, a larger sized helicopter similar to the one the coast guard uses. Even so it was packed. The pilot snagged a cargo net and separated out the packages that could handle the weather and a small jolt and loaded them into the net, connecting it to the bottom of the helicopter by a cable. The women boarded and strapped in while the plane taxied out once more. They were on different runways and each lifted almost of the same instant. The helicopter pealing off to the South-West.
My, this is luxury. Mae mused. Her and Candice had the plane all to themselves.
“Would you care for something to eat? We’ve got plenty. It will just go to waste otherwise.” one of the stewards offered.
This rubbed Candice the wrong way. She hated to see anything go to waste.
“What have you got?” she asked.
“Some very nice roast beef.” answered the steward.
“Gosh, I’m not really hungry right now, but I hate to see it go to waste. Can’t you folks take it home with you or something?” Candice asked.
“We eat very well as it is. Perhaps a bit too well. How about I make you up a bunch of sandwiches that you can take with you. It really is very lean roast beef.” offered the steward.
“That would be nice of you.” Candice said.
“How many would you like.” asked the steward.
“It doesn’t matter. Just use it up if you’d like.” Candice said.
The steward smiled at her and said: “ O-kay.”
He went off chuckling.
A funny sound was developing on the right side of the plane, just below the threshold of consciousness for the passengers, but of instant concern to the flight crew. A short time later one of the flight crew made his way back and looked out a side window.
“Is something wrong?” Mae asked.
The crewman looked at her and then seemed to notice that there was only two passengers on board.
“Nothing serious. I think we’re losing a bearing on number three engine. Don’t worry, we have four. We can land safely with just one or two. The only danger is that sometimes they seize and fly apart. I think we’ll shut this one down though. We’ve got a very light load and we’ll hardly miss it.” he said.
“So what does that mean to you? Are you worried?” Candice asked.
“No, not in the slightest. Let me just go shut it down and then I’ll come back and talk to you.” he said, turning and walking forward to the cockpit again.
A short time later part of the noise from that side of the plane faded a bit as the engine spun down. The other engines changed pitch as the pilot compensated with both throttles and rudder.
After a time the crewman returned.
“Sorry, I was a little concerned that bearing would seize. That’s the only time it’s dangerous. If it seizes the fins of the turbine break off and go flying every which way, they’ve been known to come flying through the passenger cabin. It’s all safe now. We shut it down.” he explained.
Candice studied him to see if he was nervous. He chuckled.
“All this means is that we have a layover in San Francisco while the mechanics change the engine.” he said.
“How long?” Mae asked.
“Oh, they could swap it in a night. But we’re not booked for anything for a while so they will probably take two days. Maybe even rebuild that one and replace it. It’s much cheaper for the taxpayer.” he said.
“Oh that makes me feel safe.” Mae chuckled.
“Not to worry. Every nut and bolt on an airplane is covered by very strict regulations. The mechanics themselves have to be certified. Nobody can teach an AP mechanic except another AP certified mechanic. That’s Airframe and Power plant. AP for short. Anyway, those guys know their stuff and they don’t cut corners. I never met a more persnickety bunch of people on earth.” he said.
“That makes me feel better ... So what are you going to do with your two days?” Mae asked.
“I haven’t a clue. I’ve never been to San Francisco other than to change planes or touch down, change passengers and take off.” he said.
“You’re the pilot?” Candice asked.
“Co-Pilot, on this flight. Only because the other pilot has six days seniority over me. He’s a good pilot though. Can you suggest a few things to see and do in San Francisco?” he asked.
“We certainly can. In fact, we’d be happy to show you around if you’d like. I’ve lived there for years. Candice is a relative novice at just under a year’s residence.” Mae said.
“That’s mighty nice of you. Would you mind if the Pilot tagged along too?” he asked.
“Certainly not. Especially if he’s as handsome as you.” Mae teased.
“Probably more so. I never thought of myself as handsome.” he said.
“A common affliction. Men never seem to have a clue what women find attractive. Probably a good thing for us. I’m Mae, this is Candice.” Mae said.
“Pleased to meet you both. My name’s Scott. The pilot’s name is Jim. We call him Jimbo, Jimbo Jet is his whole nickname.” Scott said.
“That’s cute.” Mae chuckled.
“What happened to the other passengers? Seemed like we had a fuller load.” Scott asked.
“Got off on all those other stops you made. Off to four different states counting us. Five actually as three took a helicopter to a second. Didn’t you notice them leave?” Mae asked.
“Nope. We just go where they tell us. When you folks back here are shuffling in and out, we’re checking a thousand things up front. The stewards let us know when everybody is in or out. They don’t give us numbers unless we ask. I knew we had a light load, but I didn’t expect it to be this light.” Scott chuckled.
“Yes, makes me feel quite important. A whole jet to ourselves.” Mae giggled.
(Candice was watching and learning. She was never very good at hustling men. She was learning a lot.)
“I thought you were important. Why do you rate this anyway? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I withdraw the question.” Scott said.
“That’s okay, we don’t mind. We’re just friends with some important people. They got off at earlier stops.” Mae said.
“What were you doing on the East coast?” Scott asked.
“Where have you been for the past week?” Candice asked.
“Bosnia, with the SecState, both Jimbo and I ... I’m sorry, The Secretary of State. He went over to talk about something. They don’t tell us, we just fly.” Scott said.
“Must be an exciting life. Flying around the world ... In answer to your question, we were meeting with some people in Washington D.C. and some friends of ours got married.” Mae said.
“Is kind of exciting at times. Bosnia was downright bleak. So what do you do in San Francisco?” Scott asked.
“I run a fashion salon. Candice is my main assistant.” Mae replied.
“I imagine that’s getting harder, with this Second Skin thing that’s sweeping the country.” Scott said.
“We’ve been surprisingly busy.” Mae said, cryptically.
“So you’ve been away from your business for a few days. I’ll bet you’re eager to get back to it. You sure you have time to show us around?” Scott asked.
“Quite sure. As Candice reminded me a few days ago. The staff can handle things. I trained them. I think I can safely stay away a few more days.” Mae said.
“You don’t seem to say much.” Scott said, turning to Candice.
“Oh, I’m kind of a country girl. I’m not up on the big city ways of talking and such.” Candice replied.
“Noting wrong with that. Jimbo’s a country boy. You should get along well. He doesn’t say much either.” Scott said.
Just then a chime sounded.
“Speaking of which. That’s him reminding me we have an airplane to land. We’re probably about twenty minutes out. I’ll see you when we land.” Scott said, excusing himself.
“Nice talking to you.” Candice said.
Scott smiled back at her.
“Now why did I say that?” Candice moaned.
“To say something.” Mae teased.
“I know, it just made me sound so backwards. I hardly said anything.” Candice said.
“There’s another way to look at that. Country charm.” Mae said.
“So why didn’t you tell him about the White House, or Second Skin?” Candice asked.
“Cause he likes us for ourselves. Not what we appear to be. I’d like to keep it that way. I didn’t lie to him, I just didn’t tell him the whole story.” Mae chuckled.
“I can see that. You think he really likes us?” Candice asked.
“Quite sure. Eligible young Jet Pilots don’t spend forty minutes talking to passengers normally.” Mae said.
“I wonder what Jimbo’s like?” Candice asked.
“Got your curiosity going, huh? He’s cute. I noticed him when we boarded back East. He was busy but the door to the cockpit was open. Kind of speaks with a drawl.” Mae said.
“Where have you been?” the pilot asked.
“Getting us dates for our layover, Jimbo. Cute ones too. Found a nice country girl for you and an oriental for me.” Scott said.
“Not more diplomats wives. I couldn’t take it.” Jimbo drawled.
“Nope. Bona fide single women. Not a hint of ring tan. They work at a fashion house in San Francisco. Mae —the oriental woman— runs it. Candice -that’s your date- is her main assistant. Both cutter than a bugs ear ... as you would say.” Scott said, going over his check list.
“Wonder how long they’ll take with number three? I could use some R&R after Bosnia. The women there looked like men.” Jimbo said.
“I figure a good two days at least. Don’t worry. They’ll take good care of your baby.” Scott said.
“I’ll bet. I keep worrying a devout Shiite is going to slip a handful of sand in our tank. Trying to take out a handful of diplomats.” Jimbo mused.
“That’s why we carry no fancy markings. Nobody but the tower knows we’re a government exec. jet.” Scott said.
“Guess you’re right. I worry about the ground crews though.” Jimbo said.
“All charged to Citizen Airlines. Took some Ph.D. in the think tanks to come up with that one.” Scott replied.
“San Francisco, huh. They’re probably interested in each other.” Jimbo said.
“What would you care, as long as they’re interested in us?” Scott replied.
“You have a point. Actually I was just sort of wishing. I linked up with a pair of them in Paris once. Like to implode my tanks. Hottest little pair on the planet. Got me feeling like the bull that jumps the fence in with the cows after a year of grazing alone.” Jimbo mused.
“I think I understood you. They were good with their tongues and you got hard as a rock?” Scott asked.
“Like a Chinese elm.” Jimbo nodded.
“That a hard wood?” Scott asked.
“So damn hard it’s brittle.” Jimbo said.
“Should be coming into the pattern at SFO soon. Better call in. I’ll flag our two lovely’s to strap their cute little bottoms down.” Scott said, hitting the seatbelt light.
Jimbo contacted the tower.
“SFO, This is Citizen Air one-niner. Requesting Priority approach.” he droned.
“Citizen one-niner, what is your status?” SFO returned.
“One engine down. Fuel nominal.”
“Citizen one-niner. Approach from South South East. heading three-five-oh. You want to scram the foam truck?”
“SFO, Citizen one-niner, no need. A cool shut down. Just lost a bearing. Caught it before things got exciting. Light load, but please notify ground control of slow taxi.”
“Roger that, Citizen one-niner. You have priority approach, contact ILS on...” the tower droned on with landing specifics.
Scott thumbed the controls on the approach electronics as Jimbo set up for their straight in run.
“Why’d you do that? We’ve landed on three engines lots of times. You know it’s no sweat.” Scott said.
“You said we had dates.” Jimbo drawled, grinning.
“Yeah, cute ones too.” Scott mused.
“They better be. I swear if it’s another hungry, middle aged diplomat’s wife I’ll castrate you just like a sheep.” Jimbo said.
“How’s that?” Scott asked.
“You hold them in your teeth while you slice them off.” Jimbo said, grinning.
“Didn’t know you had those feelings for me. I swear that Candice is cute as a button.” Scott said.
“Oh yeah? Last time you swore, it was a really hungry under-under secretaries wife. She still tries to call me.” Jimbo said.
“You didn’t have to leave her so happy.” Scott said.
“Not in my nature to do otherwise.” Jimbo said.
“There’s our tone. Steer five degrees to port for thirty seconds, should put us right down the chute.” Scott said.
“Then just follow the bouncing ball. Kind of miss when we actually had to fly these things.” Jimbo mused, making a slight turn to the left. He counted to thirty without looking at the display and then steered back five degrees right (starboard.)
“Yeah, I’ll bet you miss baiting SAMs with the Wild Weasels.” Scott mocked, “Right on target. Holder steady on this heading, fifty feet high, nose down a smidge.”
“Now that was exciting! You don’t miss those days?” Jimbo asked, nosing down a bit.
“I spent my tour in Nam in an air conditioned van. The most excitement I had was when Charley decided he didn’t like green boxes one day. Mortar round tipped my van on its side. My ears rang for a week.” Scott said, “On the slope, hold angle of decent.”
“Throttle up, half-flaps.” Jimbo said.
“Half flaps, throttling up. Drifting a bit to Starboard. The old baby misses that extra push.” Scott said.
“Up a bit on four, but don’t redline her. I’ll compensate with rudder.” Jimbo said.
“Up on four. Like to come in sideways huh?” Scott asked.
“Hell this is nothing. I just like the thrill of uneven braking thrust tied with a cockeyed touchdown.” Jimbo said.
“Don’t you go messing up our dates.” Scott said, “Back down the chute. Not much yaw. Steer two degrees port.”
“I never lost a passenger yet ... cept my EWO ... He got worried about a little heat seeker stuck in our afterburner and punched out. Found him three days later with a little brown sister out fifty clicks.” Jimbo mused.
“What did you do?” Scott asked.
“I brought her on in. Damn windy without that canopy. I woulda throttled him but he was laid up with the worst case of clap on the planet.” Jimbo said.
“You came in with a live heat seeker stuck in your after burner? You’re crazier than I thought!” Scott mused.
“Si Amigo. I’m muey loco. I wanted out of Nam bad. Instead they gave me a commendation. That’s probably what got me a job flying VIP’s around. Outer Marker, full flaps, gear down.” Jimbo said.
“Full flaps. Gear down, Twisting a bit more starboard.” Scott said.
“Throttle back two eight percent.” Jimbo said.
“Two back eight ... on track. Ten high. Come down two.” Scott said.
“Down two.”
“End of runway.”
“Wheels locked?”
“Wheels locked.”
“On visual ... touchdown. Reverse thrust, back half on two.”
“Reverse thrust back half on two.”
“Whoa Nelly, don’t go side slipping on me now, There’s a country girl in back that wants my bod whole...” Jimbo said, fighting to keep his aircraft straight.
“Nice landing ... I think. That little whip at the end probably lost our dates for us.” Scott mused.
“Any landing you walk away from is a good landing.” Jimbo mused.
“Contact ground control. You used enough runway it’ll take us as much time taxiing back as we saved on the priority approach.” Scott said.
“Nag nag nag, I still had a good hundred yards left.” Jimbo said.
“It’s a three mile runway.” Scott reminded him.
“Just wanted to see this end. Don’t see it very often.” Jimbo said.
“I’ll be glad when we’re back on all four.” Scott said.
“Hell, this is the most excitement we’ve had since Helsinki.” Jimbo said.
“Yeah, don’t know what that poor cow was doing on the runway. You made a genuine mess of her.” Scott mused.
“Just pre-ground the burger for them. Ground control, this is Citizen one-niner, bring me home.”
“Citizen one-niner. Just about to call out the divers. Taxi last turnout and hold to path. Hold at runway seven for Delta four-three-seven now on inbound.”
“Think he’ll take the scenic route too?”
“Not likely to get within a mile of you, but rules is rules.”
“Roger ground control, last turnout, hold to path, hold at seven for Delta four-three-seven now inbound.”
They held at runway seven for Delta flight four-thirty-seven to land on the other end of the runway.
“Nice out here in the boonies, ain’t it.” Jimbo mused.
“You could have leaned on the brakes a little harder.” Scott said.
“Naw, lost a tire once that way, now that was exciting! Had SecState in back. He was not amused. Better to burn asphalt.” Jimbo said.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Scott said.
“Oh, you’re a pretty good pilot. You just learn those things the hard way. Or you pay attention to someone who has.” Jimbo said.
“Noted and logged. Skipper.” Scott said.
“Citizen one-niner, clear to taxi across runway seven. Delta four-three-seven wondered if you were in quarantine out there. How’s your cargo, hot?”
“Never can tell about VIP’s wives.”
“Roger that. Better come into Exec twelve.”
“Roger ground control, Citizen one-niner now completing taxi to Exec one-two.”
“Well that saved us half a mile, but with those moving sidewalks I don’t mind so much. You lost bail out time if you’re not happy with Candice though.” Scott said.
“Hell, I trust you... Don’t I?” Jimbo asked.
“I don’t know why ... but this time you’ll be thanking me.” Scott said.