A Different Kind of Love
by Ness Ayton
Grounded, I miss the feel of his hands – firm yet gentle, kind yet commanding – and the sound of his voice as he coaxes me through my paces. I love to listen to his pilot's prayer and to hear him defend me against cruel remarks. I may be a hulk of metal and wires, but he understands that I have a heart and soul and that, like any lady, I will respond to love and kindness.
I will take him to dizzying heights if that is his wish. I will stop bullets for him with my body, though they rip and tear through me. I will serve him to my last oil-spluttering gasp or until my welding splits apart and I turn into a fireball; for I love him and by then I will have done all I can for him and it will be time to rest.