Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 127
Ah ... yes! Ashes hauled ... if I had known ash hauling was so much fun ... Well ... as it was ... I was making up for lost time.
Alice was in the hot tub with Everett ... lots. Alice didn’t need making up ... she didn’t have ANY lost time.
On the night in question, I led. Make no mistake ... I was in charge. Adam Dent didn’t stand a chance. I forced my flesh to his flesh with no regrets or hesitation.
“Ow ... wait.” Maybe a little hesitation. “That stung.”
There was a pause as I accommodated and adjusted. I never felt so full.
“Just a little,” I moaned, “Aah ... ooo.”
I experimented with a push.
“Mmmmm ... yes.”
“Oooo ... move ... aahh. Slowly ... Yes ... yes ... yesyesyes.”
And that’s all you get.
Morning and I thought I’d been a-horseback ... all night.
Walking was ... interesting. Riding my Kona?
Not for a little while.
Sex ... as practiced by a ‘newby’ is pretty aerobic ... heart rate up ... oxygen level to the moon ... newly discovered muscle mass ... yup. And there are so many positional variations possible that it’s pretty new all the time.
I ... for sure ... got a lot of practice ... and then ... Spring Break. I have this nifty two seat aircraft that has a 1300 mile range and a reasonable ‘loiter’ time.
When we woke up this morning the temperature was 29 degrees.F. In TEXAS. 29 ... that’s 3 degrees below frozen water.
It is time to go.
“Adam?”
“Tyche?”
“Spring Break.”
“Cancun!”
“Great idea. Get up. I’ll go warm up the Spad.”
It’s one thing to hop on a commercial airline and bop on down to Cancun ... it’s totally another to take your own plane.
There are laws.
Not just rules ... LAWS.
Passports ... registrations ... visas ... international insurance ... customs officers ... and Cancun doesn’t hangar ... it’s Tiedowns ... parking ... fuel ... MILSpec oil ... and nosy military.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.