'Til We Meet Again
The two weeks before Lynda’s birthday were the longest two weeks of her life. In one way that was good, she savored every minute she got with Milo during the day. It was the nights that proved difficult. She’d already burned out two sets of batteries in the vibrator Cyndi had talked her through buying.
Cyndi wasn’t having a great time of it either. They went flying every day, and when Milo used the magic ring—the ring that she had sweated for, darn it—to turn Lynda into a model airplane, she had a difficult choice. Go flying, and deal with her fear of heights, or stay on the ground as a pair of panties. If she was lucky, Milo would leave her as a plush kitty with working glass eyes. Once, she ended up as a tiny model pilot in the gondola of a blimp. That was the worst of both worlds, so after that she stuck with Lynda, and gradually came to accept that as a plane they were unlikely to suddenly fall out of the sky. She even came