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>>7163832 haha,
well thats simple, he felt I should go home because he didn't want a
plain jane like me to throw away my life in England for him. He said at
the airport "This is my quest Kathryn, I can't ask you to throw away
your life following a mad man, go now, that ticket is not refundable,
you know I can take care of myself, but dont let a month of work go to
waste... thank you for everything, until we meet again"
I forgot
to mention he played the harmonica... just hearing one gives me 1
million ladyboners, truly the best days of my life, I only wish I wasn't
such a burden to him, maybe that crusade could have lasted forever.
We
made a great team in cities... I was great with people, he was great
with survival and could think of 1001 ways to get out of any situation,
in America we earned $500 and a free ride over the canadian border with
just him looking for unofficial pilot work for me, just ferried a brand
new piper twin-prop and got paid for it... it's just the kind of guy he
was, fun-loving, resourceful, kind, clever, tough, strong and loving...
plus he was a demon in the sack. (about a 4.5 inc.h penis too, dont tell
me that size matters.) |