" You slowly get out of the car and see me heading for a man next to the lear jet." You slowly get out of the car and see me heading for a man next to the lear jet. You slowly walk over to us. The man says, "Your luggage ma'am" and offers you a large bag. You look to me and say "Don, what is this?" I reply, "We didn't have time to pack so I ordered everything that you'll need for the day." "What if the stuff doesn't fit?" You ask. I replied by listing all of your sizes. A moment later you remember that your husband has told me a lot about you, a lot. "Don, I don't know if I should be doing this," You reply. "Honey, we'll be back by Sunday night, I promise. You're husband is going to love hearing about this, trust me babe, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." "OK, what the hell, how much more trouble can I possibly get into anyway?" you say with a smile. You finally take the bag from the stranger and say "Thank You." We finally head for the small lear jet. "Let me take the bag for you honey. Go ahead a climb up first, I'll be right behind you." You hand over the bag and climb up the stairs. When you get in the door, you see how wonderful it is inside. The inside looks more like a living room than a plane. As I walk behind you, you continue to move and head for one of the seats to the right. "No Honey, not yet, take a left and head forward." I say. You stand there looking puzzled. I say "Follow me babe." You follow me to the front, I enter the cock pit door and sit at the pilot seat. I wave you in and say "Honey, have a seat next to me here." You still look surprised but finally sit in the co-pilot seat. I then strap you in and plant a big wet kiss on your beautiful sexy lips. "Are you really going to fly this thing Don?" You ask. "Sure, someone needs to," I reply with a laugh. Several minutes go by as I prepare and go through the pre-flight check list. You're now having fun watching and ask a lot of questions which I love to answer. We finally get clearance to taxi, start the engines and begin down the taxi way. We're next in line, the light down the runway look pretty through the front window. "Here we go..." I say as I slowly move the throttle. We race down the runway and left off half way down. "Wow, this thing is fast," you remark. |